"This is even lamer than the parties at my school," Tony says with halfhearted humor. "This pizza sucks." Leave it to a New Yorker to be snobby about pizza.

He'd noticed the girl as soon as she'd walked in - she's his age, she's pretty, and most importantly, she looks as skeptical of this whole deal as he is. 'Commiserating together' probably isn't what the Governors had had in mind when they threw this party, but living in an underground bunker being some random person's bodyguard isn't how Tony had intended to spend the next year, so he doesn't feel too bad about being ungrateful.

Anyway, if he's going to make friends here, this seems like a good enough place to start. You know what they say: misery loves company.