Lennon nods and pulls the tank top on. She fights the color threatening to overcome her face as she looks down at herself. The top barely reaches her hips, and it’s much more fitted than her own shirt. She frowns and tugs it down and up. “Stupid girls clothes,” she mutters. 

Carra looks up at them and she smiles, tilting her head. “Huh. Lennon can actually be kind of pretty.”

“‘Made out’,” Zenith repeats, testing it out. She smiles. “I like the sound of that. Maybe once we’ve recovered we can make out again..?”