[Freya nods, taking another sip and then setting it aside as she looks out over the gathering space. She crosses her arms in thought, wriggling her nose and lips in a tic she's had for as long as she can remember.]

I've been thinking of making a change far more frightening than anything here though. I've heard the high school needs a new gym coach.

[The scariest thing of all in this city: Teenagers.]