[Oh no. She has another pet. It's like having a chihuahua on Xanex following at her heels. She huffs and pokes through one crate, barely looking over her shoulder to make sure it won't bean him in the head before she tosses it and starts looking through another.]

Not sure if that's better or worse than alien invasions. At least an apocalypse is the end of shit. You have to live through an invasion. And yet here you are, so...