Allison sits down with a grin, tucking her knees underneath herself and swiveling so that she's sitting closer to Lydia instead of further away. She unearths a bag of Twizzlers from somewhere and pulls one out to start munching - because, clearly, the solution to all of her problems lately is girl talk and junk food.

"God. I don't know. I keep feeling like I need to get up and do something about being here, and mostly I feel like I'm just - waiting around for something to happen instead."