You com across the protest your girlfriend Megan is leading. Megan stands in front of the crowd, dressed in one of her cute sundresses. Her long reddish-brown hair flutters in the soft breeze as she lifts her megaphone up to her mouth.

"Thanks for coming, everyone!" Megan proclaims into her megaphone. "We're her to make some noise about—well, at last to speak tastefully about... that certain issue. We're going to let those Republican lawmakers know just how pissed off—errm, how respectfully upset we are about what they're doing. Now, I know we're all pretty mad, but try not to use any obscenities while making yourselves heard, okay? Nobody will listen to us if they think we're just a flock of nasty, shrieking harpies screeching about woke politics."

The crowd grumbles and exchanges awkward glances, not sure what to make of Megan's lack of fire or rage.

Megan sees you and waves! "Hi, sweetie! The protest's just getting started! Be honest, how am I doing?" She smiles hopefully. "Do you think I've got what it takes to get some serious change going on in this country?"