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[girlinasquirrelsuit]

[Kit looks tired and pale. She's been working on recovering from her pounding at the hands of the local thugs, but she still has a ways to go. And she has a problem.]

Okay, cards on the table. I give up on my secret identity. Can't do it.

[Oh, for a city of a million people and a hypnotist for a partner. We never know what we've got until it's gone.]

Anyway. I understand there are some decent scientists around. I got caught in a nasty ambush and my suit took a real beating. My gliding membranes are torn, I blew something in one of my static shoes... Heck, there are just some bullet holes that need dealing with. I also could use help getting my grapple gun back into usable condition, though I might be able to figure that one out on my own. And I have one knockout gas grenade left, so if anyone could work backwards from there...

Right. Fact is, I'm the danger and daring-do half of the equation. Left my mad professor back home, y'see. Can anybody lend a hand?

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[girlinasquirrelsuit]

The problem is they have a whole lot of big, mean friends, and I'm just one girl. Which normally is not a problem, but I guess everybody hits a saturation point sometime.

[thulium]

At least you didn't bring anyone else down with you.

[Alien expressions might be difficult to read, but he sounds more self-deprecating than accusatory.]

Are you planning on going out after them again, or are you worried they might take another shot while you're vulnerable?

[girlinasquirrelsuit]

The scum in question seem to get by hanging out way outside the city to take out travelers in nice, empty spots, so they're better organized than I thought if they come after me here. But I do intend to take the fight back to them, yeah.

[thulium]

If they're smart enough to use terrain and isolation to their advantage instead of shooting down old ladies in a back alley for a few credits, they probably are more organized than you think.

[girlinasquirrelsuit]

That doesn't really call for a lotta brainpower. I think they got their heads together enough to have pulled in an ambush, but it took 'em a while, and they seem to be good at that thing I hate with the nature everywhere.

...Point taken, though. Them not sendin' somethin' after me is a best-case scenario, and you can't get cozy with those.

[thulium]

You. Your friends. Any contacts you might have made.

[He pauses, mandibles twitching slightly.]

On the up side, you probably don't have to worry about an aerial assault. The mercs around here seem mostly land-bound.

[girlinasquirrelsuit]

Bah, if I had a network in this silly reality I'd still be fine.

[Going solo is harder than it looks.]

See, I like bein' the one with the advantage. Thus gettin' the static shoes fixed.

[thulium]

Heh. If you find your professor again, you should make them teach you to repair your own gear. You never know when you'll need a quick fix.

[girlinasquirrelsuit]

In my defense, he can't drive without doing awful things to the fender. Usually the division of labor isn't too big a problem. And I could do some of this if I was home, but I can't recreate his lab.