Cora, appearing behind the pair as they passed a shadow, dragging Linn along with her. They'd dallied long enough, and Cora was itching to get back into the seedy underworld that would hold precious darkness. "So you do care, I'm touched," Cora said sarcastically, already feeling the dread creep through her as she waled near the couple. She hated being the third wheel, and to be honest, she hated how much she wanted to be open and honest with how she looked like Stitches. She didn't want to even think that Stitches thought the same about her appearance as Cora did, she just assumed from how the other girl dressed that she felt comfortable put in the open like that.

Cora decided to try and burn all of the bagels tomorrow, just for that sake of doing so. "So, Nathan, you sure you wanna get in a fight down there? I mean, if things get outta control, I'd like to not become a splat on the wall." she had also been tempted to ask him how long he'd spent down in the pits, but she honored his silence. After all, they were kind of soldiers in arms. The streets were a harsh mistress, even more so to titans, and those that made it through were never quite the same as before. The only difference between war and the streets -at least as far as Cora could tell- was that you weren't given a chain of command and everyone was your enemy. Bonds of mutual survival were the only bonds, and even then, easily broken. So, so, easily broken.