Sheila isn't hesitating to take Randy up on his offer. She doesn't know just how much they can cover over lunch, but it's a start. And frankly, she doesn't know where to begin. Half of the network posts seem to be absolutely loony, and if it weren't for a couple 'flashbacks' of her own, she'd write the whole lot of them off as lunatics. Or victims of some weird conspiracy.

Hell, maybe that was still true.

She slows when she sees Randall's busy. "Hey... bad time?"