"I'm not even going to ask why. Not yet. That's probably sixth on my list of questions I have running in my head at this point," she replied. While they stood there, she quickly pulled her phone out and shot off a text message to Nick to ask if he'd cover her for a bit. No, she wasn't telling him why. She didn't even know why.
His attire was bizarre, but with their last couple of encounters together she'd semi gotten used to it. Sort of. "I guess Comic Con sounds better than telling people you're in a cult," she said. A glance down at her phone after it buzzed informed her that Nick was taking her rounds. "Rounds covered. We can go back to my apartment. Not much is open this early."