Brock barely glanced up when someone else rolled in here, because it was a kitchen, right? People came in and out of here all the time, and it wasn't like he recognized everybody by sight, especially not somebody who looks as normal as this girl does. Regular colored hair, regular(-ish) clothes, not glowing with weird power... normal.

So he just resumed making his sandwich, because let me reiterate that he really wanted this sandwich, but the girl... was playing with the fridge. Why was she playing with the fridge?

He glanced over again, watching her for a second. Maybe she was just...

No...

Okay, no. She definitely didn't...

Brock turned to face her fully, leaning one hand on the counter and the other on his hip. "It's a fridge."