"I could do it," Kathy offered, catching the ice pack with ease. "It's way easier than stitching up a bullet in a shoulder."

Cause she'd done that, Shelley. She had. Just saying. She was pretty awesome like that.

Though she was tilting her head at Eliot and furrowing her brows. Shelley couldn't know that she was...whatever she was? On the other hand, being classified seemed kinda cool. Right? Feminine mystique and all that?

"So...army buddies? That's what Sterling implied anyway."