"Always," she says, matching his smirk with a grin, this one genuine and not just a front to pretend that the fresh air against her stripped flesh isn't painful. "And you're starting to sound like Marius now."

She saw that Musichetta came during the family event. She hasn't spoken of that, and won't. If he wanted to say something, then he would have.

"Your wings?" He hasn't explained it. She wonders for a moment if it has to do with the pun about Enj, but he's gone and grabbing the duct tape before he answers. She follows him back out to the storefront.