Pamela noticed the woman looking at her IV wound, and she wiped the green blood on the back of her gown, and pushed the bike violently back against the lamp post. "I'm not really worried about the legality of what I'm doing," she said. After all, she had just left a hospital without being signed out, and she had taken taken her charts with her. "I've noticed that the law enforcement, traditional or otherwise, isn't really up to par." Though it would be just like them to stop a woman walking down the street instead of, say, a face-painted murderer. Useless bastards.
"If you'll excuse me," she said gruffly, "I really have got to change before work." She grinned and then looked around for another way to get home. Walking several miles barefoot wouldn't be very smart or comfortable. Especially in Gotham. She would probably end up with Hepatitis.