Flatter me all you like.

Sam was actually a little bit proud of herself for what she'd managed yesterday, which had involved a portal she'd arranged herself (that had picked her up inside her own home, no less) and a spontaneous trip into Baltimore. That sort of self-scheduling of portals even seemed to be on the up-and-up, according to her employee manual, though there was a small chance that she would have overlooked that clause anyway even if it hadn't been.

In any case, she was making her way back today, sporting a new pair of sunglasses as well as her backpack. That had been a perfectly lovely trip. And now she intended to have herself a perfectly lovely day of watching twenty-first century action movies in her living room. Because she could.