Rinoa was going to reach out and see if she could rest her hand on Jono's shoulder without him, say, slapping it off. Or ripping it out of its socket, by this point.

"I think you're doing great so far," she insisted. "You'll be girly in no time. And eye shadow just really accentuates what you've already got. You don't need big boobs to be a woman. You just need to hold your head up high and know it."

Which would almost be heartwarming if not for the completely fucking insane circumstances.