A bag was looped over Selina's shoulders, carrying what little personal items she possessed since arriving in this world. The comic books she had stolen from Belia, her bullwhip and what was left of her cat suit. She had kept it as a constant reminder of what she was and the potential to be what she could be. She had a skillset that didn't fit this world, and yet she knew that some how she still had purpose. What it was seemed lacking, but she would find it in good time.
With a sigh the former cat-burglar continued to drift like a ghost down the street, finally allowing her feet to stop at a small house. It was old by the looks of it, but seemed cozy enough. No fireplace, which was disappointing but she would manage. With the pivot of her hips Selina climbed the steps and pushed open the creaky door with a boot, eyes sweeping the darkness.
Without another moment of hesitation she found herself in the dusty abode, closing the door behind herself with the same foot that had opened it. She used her hands to pull her jacket closer to her body, finally feeling the effects of exhaustion trying to claim her.
Sighing, Selina dropped heavily on to the worn, dusty couch, pulled her legs beneath herself and laid her body down. Her head propped easily on the arm rest, eyes closing before she had another moment to think. It was then she succumbed to sleep, it had taken her so forcefully she couldn't resist. Fully clothed, shivering all the while, she slept deeply without another care in the world.