People at my mother's work (she's my tag-along-anon, total badass, spreads word in a suave way) have started to ask her how the fuck she knows what she knows.
As she's kept them ALL calm through most of this.
She finally told them, though not Q by name. But I think she's close to dropping it with a few of the more like minded people there.
Love it.
Night shift, for her.
Reminds me of night shift here, which I stay up through NIGHTLY because I cannot stand her being unarmed in a store doing security at night.
We make the best team.
Just like all of us do.
(no clue if this artist is spoopy, I don't always keep up)