"Good grief, do not call it fraud," she sighs, leaning back against the now-closed and relocked door and shutting her eyes. For as exasperated as she's trying to sound, she can't help grinning. "No matter if it is true, in a technical and actual sense."

The small thud of Sabrina's feet hitting the ground makes her open her eyes. Even if she knows it's a change in the other girl's body only, that she's just as capable and mature as she would've been otherwise, a small thread of panic runs through her at the sight of someone that small holding something that sharp. She manages to stop herself from reaching for the box cutter, from saying something stern and patronizing like We don't touch sharp things, but only just. "Of course I'll help you get back home," she says instead. "To Marcus's, or should we go to the Kavinskys and see if someone can take us in the truck?"

Rosie thinks for a moment, watching Sabrina slit open the tape holding the box shut. "...you have warned Charlie already, haven't you?"