She should have moved to New York. That was what was going through Jennifer's head, as she tromped around the Big Apple, making like a tourist. She had taken the day off school (hey- so maybe she pulled a Ferris Bueller a little more often then she should have) and gotten the hell out of Gotham.
The city had gotten intense, and not in some sort of gathering of bad mystical energy kind of way (well ... maybe it had? Jennifer hadn't sensed anything) but just in a shit got crazy kind of way. Really. She should have moved to New York. Gotham City had levels of crazy that she just wasn't use to dealing with.
A girl could only wander for so long before she needed to re-fuel, so she picked a coffee shop at random and ducked in. She stood behind someone in line, wishing that she could make like that blonde witch from the old TV show, and just wiggle her nose and move to the front of the line.
She didn't mean to listen in, but she couldn't help it!
So when the order was delivered to the woman in front of her Jennifer had to comment;