"He definitely doesn't," says Callisto, who met him just a few days ago and has talked to him all of twice by this point. "He's more realistic than the rest of you. I'm ready."

For a certain value of ready, because ugh, wet leather really sucks. She comes marching (or rather, creaking) out of the room just as another window smashes in behind her. Though it happens less than ten feet away, she barely even registers it, not even bothering to turn around and look.