Izzy frowned when Riley said Trevor wasn’t normal, but said nothing, letting him talk uninterrupted.
	“Riley, we have [i]my[/i] luck on our side. With that, chances are, we’ll find ourselves in that last ten-percent.” She took what remained of her donut and tossed it back in the box before standing. “What might this mean for Trevor,” she turned back to him and wiped her sticky fingers on her pant leg, “and what do I need to do?” If Trevor was, once again, in danger from aberrations, whatever she needed to do, she would do it, no matter what it took. If she could not help his situation at home, at least there was something about [i]this[/i] she could do.