"All of the...?" Greg stares at her a moment. Sure, Kimiko hadn't lived with them or anything, so it never struck him as all that odd how he never saw her eat or sleep or use the bathroom or anything. With all the magic powers flying around he'd been able to brush off that crazy strength without much thought. Yet, with this information, all he can do is rub at his face and admit, "That... makes a lot of sense, actually."

Then the rest of her words sink in. Greg looks over her scrapes and bruises, concern mounting further. "Holy cannoli, you really went after an evil robot, though? She cleaned my clock! Yeesh, you're really something." This girl's twelve years old, has no magic, and fought on enemy territory against a super-strong robot. Connie, you're kind of his hero.