“Ugh. I can’t believe Grace pulled rank on me again. I’ve really gotta stop taking that from her just ‘cause she has a higher number.”
Simon folds his arms across his chest, pouting and appearing defiant. Once he realizes (or thinks) he’s by himself in one of the train cars, he relaxes his posture. “Hm... I don’t know, maybe she means well. What am I doing?”












