Man, Thirteen looks so different in a ponytail.

The first draft of this scene had the chameleon spying for a long time while they ran tests on Flint. Then I looked over the situation and realized “No, Thirteen would notice her immediately.”

In the last panel, everybody is leaning in weird directions. It was unintentional. I was trying to draw them in perspective and completely screwed it up. But I kind of like how it looks now, as if in this world whenever people are surprised by something above them, their bodies go stiff as boards and they just lean straight back.