Lennon takes the tank top and frowns at the broken strap. She tears it off, and smiles, satisfied with the result. She frowns faintly and tilts her head. “Anatomically?” 

Carra straightens and smiles at them. “They’re so weird,” she shakes her head. 

Zenith sighs softly and smiles, resting her head on his collar. “That was incredible and I want more but I don’t know if I could handle it.”