Toby had lived in San Francisco long enough not to be surprised by that, especially since even when she wasn't running for her life she didn't dress especially girly.

"Nope, I'm straight as a ruler" she said, as she continued focusing on the coffee maker, because that would make it easier to say this next part without crying. "My twin sister likes girls though. She's got girlfriend named Jaz." Sweet Maeve, let them have all found ways out. Tybalt could use the shadows and maybe take May and Quentin, Jaz could fly, but if they hadn't had time...

Her hand gripped a dirty cup hard enough to break the handle, the fear for all the people she loved--she couldn't even start thinking about the daughter she'd already lost twice, not yet--becoming impossible to hold back. She hardly even noticed the material breaking until the scent of her own blood hit her nose, although the wound was already closing.