Minho couldn't recall a more eventful homecoming than this. The moment he stepped foot out of the Maze and back into the Glade, his non-Runner acquaintinces peppered him with rumors about the new Greenie. The second most interesting of the gossip was that he'd broken Gally's nose, but the first was that he wasn't a he at all.

"You mean to say the Greenbean is a girl?" He scoffed. "There's never been a Shebean before and I'm not so shucked in the head to believe you, shank. Now back off or make yourself useful. I could use some water."

"I'm telling ya!" Nick insisted, but still backed away as he spoke. "She's in the Slammer! Go see for yourself!"

"Water, Nick. All I ask is for water." Minho rolled his eyes, but shot a curious glance in its direction while making his way to the Map Room.

There couldn't be a girl. It wouldn't make sense. Why would the Creators switch everything up so far in? Was this suggesting they hadn't escaped the Maze in time? No, that'd be inhumane. The Gladers weren't animals even if the Creators treated them as such. Besides, if that rumor was true, then the one about Gally could be as well and there's no way Gally would get his butt kicked by a girl. It would hurt his big ego too much. Minho couldn't relate at all to that, of course.

The door to the Map Room swung open with a metallic thud and a glistening Ben walked in. He ran an arm across his forehead and shook the droplets of sweat from his blond hair like a dog. Minho huffed out an exasperated sigh while gently running a hand through his own lucious locks.

"You heard the rumors? A girl Greenie?" Ben said with a chuckle as he pulled out a page of paper to map out his section.

Minho scoffed again. "'Course I have! Hasn't the whole Glade?"

Ben inclined his head. "So it seems. Wanna go take a look with me after?"

"Maybe," Minho said nonchalantly, "but I'm not sure I can. I've already had to look at you for far too long, not sure I can handle seeing some shank with long, greasy hair. I've already used up my tolerance for ugly today."

"Yeah, whatever," Ben chortled.

"I'm serious!" Minho moaned mockingly. "You find me a mirror that I can use for an hour or two and maybe I'll be up for it." He threw his hand to his forehead to mock feeling faint.

The blond's face was torn between amusement and disgust. "You're a real slinthead, you know that?"

"You wound me," Minho said as he finished drawing up the map, "but since I am a selfless being, I shall go with you to face the beast of a Greenie that you fear too much to go see alone."

Ben rolled his map up and swatted the back of Minho's head with it, saying, "Not scared, just curious."

"Well hello there, Curious, I'm Starved so let's get this over with quick." His tone was sure to be found in the dictionary as the definition of monotone, right next to See also: Minho.

But still, the pair of boys ventured over to the Slammer to see the Greenie. Sure enough, she couldn't be mistaken for 'some shank with long greasy hair.' The Shebean was quite the opposite, in fact. Her black hair was cropped short just above her shoulders, a layer of curls tied off behind her head to keep the thick coils out of her eyes framed by gold. She was skinny, but muscular and still retained a pretty figure.

"You done staring yet, you perv?" Minho's stomach twisted as he watched her plump lips move in a dance perfectly balanced in sass and grace. "I know I'm pretty, but snap out of it and leave me alone."

Minho obeyed, snapping his mouth closed again, though he couldn't remember when it had opened. "Pretty," he started, raising his lips into a snarl, "is an overstatement. You've got a rather big nose and your eyebrows are becoming eyebrow."

She scoffed. "Some nerve you got there. You're a mighty fine specimen of the eyesore species yourself. Such flattery coming from you."

"Remember your name yet, Greenie?" Ben asked, interrupting the exchange before it got too ugly.

"Althea Gibson, what's it to you? I didn't do nothing to you so go back where you came from and let me be. Go ogle some other girl, sure she'd appreciate it."

Minho raised an arm and rested it against the bars of the Slammer, leaning his weight up against the wall. "No can do, Gibs. We don't have any other girls to ogle. Just you. Besides, I'm quite content here. If it bothers you so much, why don't you go back to where you came from," he said, drawing quotes in the air. "Oh, that's right, you can't."

Thea threw herself at the bars, taking Minho's wrist in her hand and yanking it back through the bars so his head smashed against the metal with a resounding thud. "Why you little..."

Her nostrils flared, releasing red hot breath onto Minho's face where he was held hostage against the bars so his precious features smushed against the cold metal. Ben quickly intervened and pried the other Runners hand from her grasp.

"You're gonna pay for that one, Gibson." Minho shook out his wrist and ran his tongue across his teeth angrily. "Just you wait."