The shadow that crosses Christina's features resonates with Allison, settling in the pit of her chest with a gnawing discomfort that would bother her more if she weren't already so low. Instead, it only makes her feel a deeper kinship with the other girl, which isn't all that hard: she's as brutally honest as advertised, but not unfriendly.

"Well, trust me, you have a lot yet to see." she assured her with that same ghost of a smile, a polite imitation of real pleasure. "When I first met Tris, it was on a cake run. There are a lot of fun little odd community events that crop up from time to time, stuff Tris tells me your world doesn't have."