Airy released a short huff of laughter followed by a demeaning shake of her head. "Not really. I don't think master pieces involve stick figures, even if they sometimes have hair." By hair, Airy meant a mess of squiggly lines. You only really knew it was hair because it was on top of the figures head.

She stayed on her stomach but turned and wiggled her body so she could comfortably stare up at Cassidy. "I have lived like that. It's awkward at first but you get used to it after awhile." For a few months she was under what she called 'house arrest' with Gus watching her every movement. It was for her own good but Airy still hadn't enjoyed being stuck in an underground bunker without being able to go outside.

"Can you pass me something to eat? I didn't think to grab plates."