I have seen the future, brother

X slips her Security badge out of her pocket and pins it to her belt as she slips through the front door. It's been a long day at home, but a reasonably quiet one, and her shift tonight should be short.

She'll take it.

She stops by the bar to grab dinner (and messages), perusing two notes as she settles down with a bowl of sandwich and some soup.

Old favorites are the best, right?