Sally lets out a delighted squeal as she's squeezed, feeling really and truly held in a way that she hasn't in a while. She'll be glad to be the sun if he's the sky she gets to hang in.

"Oh, Fever's such a peach," Sally gushes. "She's probably one of my favorite people around here. A complete sweetheart who's also just a little bit menacing. The right amount, you know? I could walk down a dark street late at night with her and feel safe. I'm so glad that she's your friend too!"

If Crichton brings up the nail polish thing later, Sally will definitely be on board for getting Yellow involved. And maybe Claude too. They can have a proper slumber party, just like when she was a girl, except boys are allowed this time. It'll be grand.

Still beaming brightly, Sally accepts the offered arm. "Lead the way, gorgeous!"