That is exactly what she needs to hear. Kamala's body responds immediately, shifting back to its normal state gently in sharp contrast to earlier. She'll piece together later why. Self-acceptance and love is the key to controlling the chaos that's been unleashed inside her. For right now, Kamala looks relieved. Frank gave her the final piece of a puzzle she's desperately been trying to be put together since her father's death. Who should she be in the wake of all that? "Yeah... I think he would be. He used to say that people who ran to help others were blessed. He really admired them."

Kamala smiles gently at the memory of him. It doesn't hurt so much for a change. "I shouldn't be so worried about what they think. They suck. I should be someone he would admire." Her smile turns confident. Kamala wipes her eyes and probably wants to give some heroic speech, but instead her stomach loudly grumbles and she sees double. Kamala stops walking for a second as she works to steady herself. "After I eat something. I'm seriously starving! Can we stop for gyros or something?"