"Psycho-mim-et-ree," she tries the word on for size, awkwardly rolling it off her tongue. "That's a really cool word for a power. Mine is just super strength! And super invulnerability! I'm like the Hulk, but I don't get big. I do get mad sometimes, though." What Molly didn't know was that her particular kind of super strength and invulnerability, as psionically generated as it seemed to be, likely had a cool name like that or it should and perhaps would some day.

Molly might not be the most well educated kid, and next to David she was damn near an imbecile (but so were most people, tbh), but she was pretty good at being emotionally intelligent. When David's mood faltered, she was suddenly there, reaching out to pat him on the back. They weren't exactly friends so she wasn't about to hug him, but he seemed like he needed a friend right in that moment and she wanted to help. She didn't understand why, and she certainly didn't know that he and Tommy weren't actually together (her knowledge wasn't perfect, and in fact was pretty fragmented), but she knew a sad face when she saw one. More, she knew that face when she saw it, because more than one Runaway had worn that expression over the years. Karolina, Nico, Xavin, Chase, Gert, Victor...all of them at some point had looked exactly like that when the person they wanted to kiss had come up.

So maybe, at that look, she did know that he and Tommy might not be boyfriends. And she knew enough not to press the issue.

"Clarice?" She screws up her face in thought. Now it's her turn to put two and two together. "Do you mean...Miss Chloe?"