"I suppose you're right." It's sort of a depressing thought, that the things that have happened in her life that have hurt her may have had no purpose other than to hurt her, no benefit to gain from the experience. It's nicer to believe that they've made her stronger, somehow, but life doesn't always give you what you want. Then again, the difference between the pair of them is fairly stark. Cole looks like he's ready to wage war, and Cho looks like she's about to go to the pressed juice place and then meet up with her friends to power walk around central park or take a hot yoga class.

Ahead of them, crawling slowly along a wall overgrown with some kind of foliage that Cho doesn't recognize, is a little lizard. It's roughly the size of her palm, and when it begins to pass over a large clump of leaves, the green colour that it's glowing seems to get a little bit brighter. Cho sets down the carrier, and pulls a pair of long, thick gloves out of the waistband of her leggings, slipping them on before she makes a slow approach on the little creeping reptile. Much less terrifying than her last reptile encounter, to be sure.