"That," I say, voice slightly muffled as I pull Valkyrie's t-shirt down over my head, "I can do."

I take a moment to smooth it out. Wearing, as the kids would say on the internet if we had the internet, the gee-eff's t-shirt. I like it. There's a kind of cozy that goes with it that has nothing to do with how comfortable the shirt itself is.

"Alright, let's see, it's kind of..." I step into the doorway, just enough to lean back on it, "head back and there's sort of a leg thing, right?" I draw my foot up the frame some, atlhough I don't know exactly how you do that part and you're not meant to do in yoga pants, besides.

I bet I could get my leg higher than your average starlet, though. Benefit of superhero training.