"There are varying levels of 'okay'..." Greg's voice floated up out of the wreck. "I'm not having my limbs gnawed off by zombies, for instance."
"How's your head?"
"Well, I wouldn't say I was writhing in agony ... but I probably would go as far as to say that I was writhing in intense discomfort."
"You're also writhing in sarcasm," Brigid said. "So you can't be in too bad shape."
"Being snarky eases the pain a bit."
"That's why I do it," she said.
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