Not that she isn't exhausted. She could lie down and be out like a light. But she's still on her feet, and so long as she's on her feet, she's alert. That's how it's always had to be, with all those nights out in the mask where she still had school the next morning. No such thing as a consistent schedule with supervillains.
(The Society was almost easier, in that way. Even though it was busy, even though anomalies could happen at any time of day, at least she didn't have to worry about splitting time with her civilian life anymore.
And Hobie always let her sleep as much as she could, once she inevitably crashed.)
She gnaws at her bottom lip for a moment, then says, tentatively, like offering a hand you can't be sure won't get bitten for your troubles: "...this is for her, isn't it?"
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"You're still up."
Not that she isn't exhausted. She could lie down and be out like a light. But she's still on her feet, and so long as she's on her feet, she's alert. That's how it's always had to be, with all those nights out in the mask where she still had school the next morning. No such thing as a consistent schedule with supervillains.
(The Society was almost easier, in that way. Even though it was busy, even though anomalies could happen at any time of day, at least she didn't have to worry about splitting time with her civilian life anymore.
And Hobie always let her sleep as much as she could, once she inevitably crashed.)
She gnaws at her bottom lip for a moment, then says, tentatively, like offering a hand you can't be sure won't get bitten for your troubles: "...this is for her, isn't it?"