Ileana glanced up at Cole and told him, “My doll? I got her home. She was still in the 12th floor hallway where P3 kicked her.” She scowled at even mentioning P3. It was enough she wanted to tag on a price for breaking her doll in the first place.
“Hand cracked off, but I glued it back on. By the end of the day, it didn’t even look like she cracked at all.” Ileana ended her sentence with a little yawn. “Anyway, I told her to stay up on the shelf. I think it’s still there, unless she decides to go attack P3 by herself.”