Her face screws up in thought as she digests that. "I guess...," she responds. "But that really feels a lot like an 'A for effort' kinda thing. Which I am totally okay with! I just want to be good at stuff too, you know? I don't know what I'm good at yet, besides beating up bad guys."

Of course, she really, really liked beating up bad guys. If she was sure they were bad. That was always the tricky part, because she didn't have the same rigid expectations for good and bad that most of the tights crew had. She tended to assume and see the best in people first, and then if they were mean punch them really hard. So her "good and bad" was a lot more like "nice and mean".

And you better not mess with her friends.

Molly takes Chloe's hand and smiles. It feels really nice to hold an adult's hand. She hasn't gotten to do much of that in a long time. Then she starts walking around, looking for a good spot. Eventually, there's a path with blown over leaves and a pumpkin that someone picked up and then abandoned.

"Here! This is great! And the leaves are freaking awesome!!" It was a good possibility that she had never experienced much in the way of fall leaves.