Thank God Cassandra either doesn't notice or has the decency not to comment on Crabb's embarrassment or the source, or this would be... far more instantaneously awkward than it already sort of is. As second conversations go, this has already been one hell of one.

Crabb flops back against the mattress and rubs her face with both hands.

"Christ, it's like this month is making me make up for all the insanity I missed..." she sighs, peeks back out at Cass. "Thanks, really. You knocking some sense into her back there helped."