That's because Coby had stopped referring to her as a little girl. Though, at any second, just like a brain aneurysm, his pandering could cease and he'd go right back into the age thing all over again.

"Actually, that was air pressure. This cement isn't as dense as normal rock since it's a mixture and composite. So, it broke before I could even touch it, since I swung quickly enough," Coby reached over to look into the hole, blinking slowly.

"If I punched actual rock, my fist would have to connect to break it. Steel, too."