Nothing like a little competition to get you warmed up for the main event. Of course, at their respective flight speeds and the relatively negligible distance they're traveling, it's hard to actually call it a race. Kon gets there first, but he is particularly motivated.

Cassie touched down on the roof and held her hands out toward Kon.

"Here, let me help you--" She paused to spit hair out of her mouth. "Let me--" Nope, hair again. She pulled it back into a ponytail she held in place with one hand. "Let me help you with the set-up."