That was quite the thing to hear from emo boy. Sam almost, almost, almost wanted to smile. Which was saying something, for a girl who hadn't laughed in a very, very long time. At least she could still appreciate irony, or something.

"Unfortunately," she said, in a lazy drawl, "in the game of Survivor that is life, no one wants to make an alliance with the blue-haired chick who's more comfortable with a microscope than a hammer and nails."

Which was to say, she was running pretty low on marketable skills.