She pilfered the coffee and wasn't caught. Freaking awesome. She hadn't had much to report on herself. Since recent events, she has been skittish about going out. She waits until enough coffee drips out for a cup and pulls the carafe. The flow stops, isn't technology great?
She pours a cup in a mug that simply says, "fuck off or I will kill you" in black, bold writting on white.
She adds sugar and flavored carmel creamer into the coffee until it is a fine beige color. She blows on it and heads back to the sound booth. She picks up a remote and turns on the TV, waiting for the show to start. She flips through the channels.

'Look at what i motherfuckin found.'

I suddenly burst into the sound booth on Amanda carrying a small notebook computer i probably snatched off someones desk to surf questionable websites while toking up.

'We got muthafuckin Zombies in Sanfield.'

I say, dropping the laptop on her excitedly. The news article never made it to the mainstream media, since its already been branded as a hoax. But theres a grainy video of a John Doe corpse that looks like it was mauled by a pack of bears kicking his way out of the metal cabinet and walking right out of the room while holding his intestines in...

"Awesome, maybe Desmond will come back if the dead truely are rising from their graves."
She rolls her eyes in uncharacteristic apathy. Usually she would be all over this like white on fucking rice.
"Probably a fake anyway, but we can host on it. Its not like we find any real paranormal shit anyway."
To say Drake gets the cold shoulder is putting it lightly. He should be plenty frosty from her current act.