This was the second confrontation Sunshine was facing that day and it was not making her a very happy woman. Helena Drew had been named "Mouthquake" by a reporter that she called incompetent. The name had caught on because she had the tendency to detonate every time she opened her mouth.
It was understandable in her line of work, after all, she was a politician and for most of them, every sentence was like a performance, a debate, a rally cry, a plea for likes and popularity. But this was not the time or place for her loud opinions.
Corporal Isaac Drew moved towards his wife and tugged on her arm. "Helena." He hissed at her.
Helena shrugged his hand away. "We may be on their turf, but we still have rights. And frankly I was not on board with this whole moving here thing. I don't believe in the apocalypse hoax."
Someone whispered in the crowd, "I knew Mouthquake would create trouble, she was not happy to be crammed into a truck like the rest of us."
