"Tell me about it," Molly answered with a roll of her eyes. She sighed and pushed her hair out of her face. "This is so not what I need right now." She needed to be in Chicago, patrolling the streets, keeping people safe in so far as she could. Even if she couldn't go home, her family needed her there, watching over their city, keeping some of the evil at bay.
She sat on the bed, legs curled up under her. her clothes were thread bare and not much more than rags. She felt like a bum, because she was living the life. She wished she had something a little warmer now, though.
Alex seemed nice enough. At least there was that. Some of the things she'd read on the network implied not everyone was so lucky. She wanted to do something about that, but she was quite honestly in shock and didn't even know where to start. It was lucky she even knew her own name right then, because nothing else made sense.