Who: Selina, Helena Where: Queen Industries When: Sometime that afternoon Why: She is interested in meeting Oliver Open: to Oliver Rating: TBA
The cab pulled away into the snowy afternoon leaving the mother and daughter behind looking up at the towering building. Mr. Queen had been suggested as person she may want to look into for the safety of Helena. Bruce was also somewhere around here, but she'd heard he'd been rather with drawn. She'd seek him out too, but at the moment this seemed more promising.
Helena fussed and struggled to move in her warm snowsuit. It was probably some deep dark evil in her, but it made smirk. The poor little girl looked more like a mini version of the state puff marshmallow man than an infant. It was amusing. Maybe it took a mothers yes.
Selina approached the door man as she brushing her back out of her face and a few snow flakes off her cheek. "Hello," she said with a soft smile, "I was wondering if you could help me. I'm looking for Mr. Oliver Queen. I don't have an appointment, but I was told he could help me."