"Pretty sure it's just creepy-ass ghosts or demons or something," Athena says, her tone chipper in spite of how unsettling she finds the window.

He may notice the large crack near the bottom of the glass. She may have been pitching rocks at the ghost people earlier. The seventeen year old, 5'3" girl kicks her way through the snow, stopping outside of his reach. Don't be offended, Peter, she doesn't get close to any guy she doesn't know.

"I'm guessing you're as new as I am."