"You wouldn't want to meet my siblings," she said, twirling her glass that swished the liquid around on the inside. "There is no sensible bone in any of our bodies. Maybe in Five's body, but he's a fifty-eight-year-old man in a body of his thirteen-year-old self. So. Yeah, none of us are sensible."
In all honesty, Allison was probably the major peacekeeper in their group but she'd been growing tired of it for a long time. At least she didn't have to worry about doing that anymore with her siblings.
Still hurt to not have them around.
"Don't worry, I'm sure your chances of doing something batshit insane will be coming up."