Ah, but would the big guy prove to be as much of an out-and-out brat? Only time would tell.

Rolling her eyes at her housemate's showboating, Sam considered finding something---a sock, perhaps---to throw at him, but decided against it, as it was at least a good example of the categorization she'd mentioned and not overly obnoxious.

Yet.

"Me? Around seven months. Him, a little less. More like... Five?" She glanced to Hiro for confirmation or correction, before shaking her head at Subzero's second question. "Native to Earth's icy north and still, at times, horribly homesick. That said, I was wanting to ask: according to your GPS, what should be here?"