[Tris feeds the lightning back into her hair and rebraids it, tying it off with a ribbon that looks fairly obvious next to the rest of her hair.] Hardly. Those- I hesitate to call them 'boys'- are quite lucky I was not more inclined to show them just how much damage losing control of one's bowels can do.

[In a way, isn't it comforting to know it's not actually about you, Spade? Tris is only looking at you in a cursory, once-over way.] Put a large number of adolescents from different economic backgrounds and social groups and lump them all in one place and this is what you get, rather unfortunately.