Nobody has social media. [ She had a Facebook account at some point, but how anyone would get it is beyond her. ] Did you get the internet working again in Gotham?
[ The way he asks it makes her hurry, though. The nightgown gets balled up and shoved into a hamper. In its place, she finds a mustard yellow circle skirt, a white blouse, and a navy blue sweater to pull over it. (Under other circumstances, she'd prefer pants, but at a quick glance, she can't find a pair. A skirt with room to run is going to have to be good enough, same with the knee socks she's put on with it - they're better than pantyhose, of which she seems to have a lot.) She pulls her knife again as she comes up to the door, right after she ties her hair into a ponytail. ]
I'm going to come out now. [ She cracks the door open, peering through it in hopes of seeing where he's gone and what he's doing before she actually ventures out. But as soon as it's clear that he's not about to attack, she opens the door wide enough to slip out. ] What is that?
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[ The way he asks it makes her hurry, though. The nightgown gets balled up and shoved into a hamper. In its place, she finds a mustard yellow circle skirt, a white blouse, and a navy blue sweater to pull over it. (Under other circumstances, she'd prefer pants, but at a quick glance, she can't find a pair. A skirt with room to run is going to have to be good enough, same with the knee socks she's put on with it - they're better than pantyhose, of which she seems to have a lot.) She pulls her knife again as she comes up to the door, right after she ties her hair into a ponytail. ]
I'm going to come out now. [ She cracks the door open, peering through it in hopes of seeing where he's gone and what he's doing before she actually ventures out. But as soon as it's clear that he's not about to attack, she opens the door wide enough to slip out. ] What is that?