She snorts a laugh. She can definitely see Tony being uncool to a bunch of teenagers. Luckily nobody’s tried that crap with her yet. She sure as hell doesn’t need a new dad. One was more than enough for one lifetime, thanks.

“Not really,” she sighs. She waves at the pile of ‘scrap’ fabric.

“I’m just using what I can. And making some changes so the scrubs aren’t so terrible. Normal human belt loops, for example, instead of the stupid drawstring deal the scrubs have going on.”