Sophie's smirk, equal parts pleased and amused, is only for Connor as she comes over, her still-glowing scales abruptly vanishing to be replaced with what appears to be a tight tanktop and leggings. This is entirely for John's benefit; she hadn't been wearing any clothes at all when they left the house. If he looks closely, he'll notice that there is not a single seam on any of her 'garments', but somehow it seems unlikely.

"Can we go home now?" She looks between John, covered in ash and soot, and Connor, covered in sweat and smeared with black in the places his skin had moved over John's. "We could all use a bath."