[ There IS a moment where Santana succumbs to it, where she looks at the hand on her own and there's this split second where she considers taking it, bloodstained as hers is or not. But there's something about it that's just wrong, and she's still too angry. She's still got nice dresses and goodnight kisses and baseball bats on her mind, and she immediately yanks her hand away, snorting derisively. ]

Holy shit. Check out how lucky I am, I find the one clairvoyant person on the train. [ She quickly swipes away her tears and smears some of the red in one movement, shooting Kenzi a deadened look. ] Wanna give me the lotto numbers?