Izzy shifted her weight uncomfortably as Trevor looked her over. She glanced down at herself then looked to him, trying to gauge his thoughts. She thought they fit pretty well, but waited for his verdict nonetheless. She smiled and nodded when he spoke, then shook her head when he continued.
	“You’ve done more than enough as it is. I mean,” she crossed her arms, “we’ve only spoken, what, four times now? I think it’s usually a common courtesy to wait until at [i]least[/i] the sixth time you say ‘hey’ before asking someone to pick up clothes and bring them to a ruined school in the middle of nowhere.”
	As he commented about her physical changes, she made out the sound of footsteps beyond the door as they headed toward them. She looked to the doorway a moment before Cerasus peeked inside.
	“Morning, sunshine,” Izzy greeted before he solved the mystery of the unspoken “Why.” “Makes sense,” she said as Cerasus disappeared once more. At the sound of him apparently falling asleep to the side of the doorway, a look of amusement settled over her face. Sometimes, he made it easy to forget that he was a 500+-year-old man, and not the youth of the form he was forced to take.
	Her attention returned to Trevor. “You should see him if you try to wake him early.” She cocked her head when he handed her the second bag. “A... present?” She took the bag, the feel of the contents distinctly a mix of books and what felt like magazines.
	“Yeah, that was the plan. For him and the other two.” Izzy sat the bag down on the nearest desk and reached inside, glancing to him courteously as he spoke. Pulling out a couple of the comic books hidden inside, she smiled as what he said made sense. “That’s [i]brilliant,[/i] Trevor!” She thumbed through one of the issues. She shook her head disbelievingly and chuckled. “Little did the authors know, their imagination would prove more useful then the knowledge of kung-fu masters.” She paused, contemplation replacing her smile. “Wonder if any of them [i]did[/i] know,” she mused, picking up another to flip through it as well. “If this side of the world,” she continued softly, pensively, “with vampires, hunters, and who knows what else, exists, how much of what we’ve thought to be products of overactive imaginations is, actually, true to some extent?”
	She shook her head as if to dispel the thought, then looked to Trevor again as he finished speaking. “This is great. Really.” She turned to meet his gaze. “You’ve gone above and beyond.” She sat the books she had been flipping through down. “If there’s ever anything I can do for you, just say the word.” She looked back to him. “So, think I’d make a good Superwoman?” She struck a pose as if about to jump into flight, one fist held above her head and the other back by her waist. She held it for a short moment, then relaxed her stance and crossed her arms. “I can honestly say that I never in a million years would have thought that reading comic books would count as doing research. I owe the nerds of the world an apology.”