She laughs, a soft sound that seems to get stuck in her throat as she shakes her head.
"I'm okay," she insists, because she genuinely believes she is. She's on her feet, it's behind her, she's not going to die; she can think clearly and she is. She's handling her shit still, for the most part, and the rest is still manageable.
"It was just a lot. I was in Riddler's Square when... whatever it was... hit, is all." Halfway between the Up and the Down, the most heavily trafficked area in the city as far as she knows.
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Date: 2022-12-18 09:08 pm (UTC)"I'm okay," she insists, because she genuinely believes she is. She's on her feet, it's behind her, she's not going to die; she can think clearly and she is. She's handling her shit still, for the most part, and the rest is still manageable.
"It was just a lot. I was in Riddler's Square when... whatever it was... hit, is all." Halfway between the Up and the Down, the most heavily trafficked area in the city as far as she knows.