"So we have a little while," Bob surmises from that, relieved. Even if she does put together a private army-- or convinces the one she had before to come back, because that was a lot of people with guns at the vault entrance-- it won't be for... at least a week. Surely at least that long. "At least until tomorrow night, right? So we can watch movies as late as we want."

Nobody to complain about the noise through thin walls, no landlord to threaten, no parents to come storming up the stairs. Maybe it's silly and adolescent, but he finds he's looking forward to it.