Chloe’s about to say that she cares that he’s got wings and that he shouldn’t be flashing them around, but there they are. Out in the bloody open. And she sighs.

“You realize there isn’t anywhere we can go, right?” She eyes the extended hands, doesn’t take them, busies herself with her hot drink. However, she won’t shy away from him, stepping forward, glancing up at one of the wings.