Panel 1: Marie is walking down a corridor at Davies when she runs into Frankie, who has been crying.
Panel 2: Marie watches Frankie angrily wipe away her tears.
Marie [thinks]: Dear lord. What do I do? What do I say? How do I not screw this up?
Panel 3:
Marie: You're...uh...not so happy about losing the election, I guess.
Panel 4: Marie ruefully massages her temple as Frankie walks away.
Marie [thinks]: Possibly in some way quite different from that.
Frankie: Let me just leave you alone with your stupidity.
Alt-Text: Why does the *right* thing only ever come to you at four o'clock in the morning, three days after you *should* have said it?
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