Daisy was never wholly sold on that particular power, either. She didn't move for a moment, squeezing her hips and clearly eager to start punching at nothing again, frustrated by the continued conundrum of the Second Coming of Alex. "Yeah, it's pretty terrible," she decided and detatched her hand from her side to circle a finger in his general direction. "Amateur hockey, futon, khakis," she foretold, and, if she was being completely honest, the signs had been there before his inability to shave caught up with him. When he still looked prepubecent, though, there seemed to be hope for him yet. Time to change and grow and be better. Now it was all just disappointingly true.