"One, two, three, four..." Mary Grace pats each person she counts on the top of the head, barely checking to make sure she's not just counting Quackenbushes as she goes. She doesn't see Bear, but that's probably her curled up in the corner, so they're close enough to good.

"We caught some goofy-lookin' fucks stealing plants and they told us a riddle," she summarizes succinctly for Felicity. "Now I think they're on the lam."