It's a question that, more often than she will admit, crosses her mind. Can't help it during the days when every one of them stay out of reach. Her lips purse into a pout, though it isn't easy to tell if it's out of disapproval or thought. “ Then, if that's the case . . . ” +

Walking on his left, as her eyes stay locked ahead to keep track of what direction they're going. “ Hm . . . The Go-Ongers, as much as I love being around them . . . Do you think they'll ever wisely act on their own in case we ever leave? ”