She's flexible. Bit of a gymnast. A hidden talent of hers. She doesn't like showing it off normally, but everyone's in leotards and she and Jax are at a match at the trapeze.

She stands by the mirror, eying her own body. Slender without the puff of her normal outfit. "This almost doesn't feel like me."

Even her modest chest stands out in the leotard and... it doesn't quite feel real. All of it. All of her.