"I haven't really been leaving my hotel. This," And here Max pointed back to the four men approaching. "Is the sort of thing that happens when I leave. I'm kind of accident prone." She shrugged with another innocent sort of grin. There was nothing she could do but appologise for that-- it just happened. Wasn't like she asked for people to go around trying to kill her all the time.
"Most of the video games really suck," she countered, holding up a hand. "You can't even tell me that they don't... they're so slow. And where's the VR? Do you guys even have that yet?" Max stopped herself before she went on for too long. People in the arcade had already been staring at her like she'd been crazy as she'd gone on about slow computer processors and the lack of virtual reality headgear. She just really missed modern technology.
Max winced when she felt a tap on her shoulder from behind. She guessed she should have been glad that they didn't just punch her in the face outright. The not so innocent, shit-eating grin returned to her lips. "Hey, guys. Met my friend? Bart?"
She turned back to look at Bart. "That's so cool, by the way," she said, as if just continuing their prior conversation. "I've never met a Fla-- one of you guys. I've never been to Central City."
"Just give us our fucking money." Apparently the tallest of the group wasn't interested in hearing her talk about Central City. Shame, really. Max had heard it was nicer than Gotham.