"...you think I might be permanently taller and more...hulk-y?" Haley asked looking down at her tattered clothes. "Or are you talking eyes, claws, and these really fucking annoying teeth?"
"...I can live with not needing a step stool to reach to top shelf anymore. I mean. I must be like. 5'5" now. Maybe this isn't *all* bad..." she joked, cracking a slight smile.