<div style="text-align: center">《 Kennedy 》<br/>
<i>Location: KOA campground<br/>
Addressing: Armando, Rachel</i><br/>
<br/>​</div>Kennedy just looked blankly back at Armando for a moment at first confused, then with the squinting eyes of dawning realization. He'd been hoodwinked by his misconception in thinking Hale had it together. Sure, sending the people away was short-sighted, but not really surprising from a CEO type. But he would have certainly expected Hale would have been a better planner when it came to organizational structure. If what Armando was saying was true, Hale had left major gaps and loose ends that were showing some fray at the ends.<br/><br/>"ok, ok...I'm sorry," he conceded. "You have that air, that je ne sais quas of authority. I assumed." he stopped short of what he was going to say next because Anise approached asking her questions about Ezra. Rather than get involved in anything else that might result in more egg on his face, he slipped away while Anise beset the poor man with questions he clearly didn't want to answer. Why he felt sorry for Armando, he couldn't say. Maybe he felt a kinship with someone just as stuck feeling as he was. Maybe he should just give up feeling any kind of responsibility to a group of people who hadn't asked him to do anything of the sort.<br/><br/>Rachel had been away for a while. Tending Rebel. It seemed like such a kick to the face to have asked her to do such a thing, as though she could just ignore her oath in favor of her dignity. Rebel was 'the enemy' and treated her like shit, yet she was asked to take care of him. She wouldn't refuse, he knew that. That was was the beauty of Rachel, she had her integrity above all else. His own rebellious nature struggled to understand that at times, always willing to punch adversity in the face, but he'd known her way too long to not fully appreciate it. They'd been best friends for a long time, opposites in some ways, but similar in many, many others.<br/><br/>He headed across camp to start the search for where he'd stay for the night when the site of Rachel caught his eye. Like a crazy psychic moment, she'd come into his view just as he'd been thinking about her and wishing to see her.<br/><br/>"Hey, hey...Hella Spice!" he waved in her direction to catch her eye. He jogged to catch up to her, draping his arms around her shoulders from behind. He gently bumped his forehead against the back of her hair clomping clumsily along behind her.  "It's been a shitty, shitty day, RaeRae...I wanna do shots and binge Friends with you...Can we bring the curtain down on this bad Broadway show and go back to whatever was normal before?"