In the boiler room. Allison glad for the dark, because maybe it saves her the full effect of Diego watching her eyebrows creep even further up. She's not all that surprised about the whole extensive property damage entirely. That sounds absolutely like her brother. Especially given his temper and his penchant for violence. It even went well with that dumb outfit he was always running around in, and what he'd been doing in it. Never gave up doing.

And you box.


Do you still box here?


Maybe it's better than asking about the boiler room. Or how long. There's something almost too tenuous to push down on that part, given the huff Diego gave before it. Like he might not say. Like he might ignore her question, like any dozen others he did in a day. Some serious and some not. But he hadn't. And maybe she could at least not stab it either.