"Seriously," she said, jabbing at the money that seemed so fragile. "It's all paper. And they've still got pennies. You know, the coins they used to use? Do you know how annoying those things are?" Max didn't even want to dig around for any of those. Just looking at the little brown things annoyed her. She didn't quite see the point. They just cluttered up her bag and made it clang around for the most part.
"I tried getting creds here, but you an ID and social security and all that stuff, and since we're not born yet..." She trailed off with a shrug. It was hard, trying to claim ones ID when one hadn't even been a thought yet in their parents' minds. "I've got a fake and everything, and this thing called a debit card."
She didn't buy much unless it was involved with electronics and as such, she had a good deal of money on her and in the bank accounts she'd started when she'd first arrives. Granted, most of the latter was money she'd lifted from other bank accounts, but it was still there and it was still hers... now, at least. In a place like this she wanted to be able to access a lot of money immediately.
When Terry asked about the night job Max shook her head immediately. "As if I would. I mean, a lot of people here know stuff. It's weird as all else. Peter, the guy who hired me, totally knows all about Wayne, but whenever I brought you up he didn't say anything. I don't think people know about us the way they know about Wayne. Someone might though, I wouldn't be surprised."
She shook her head. "Everyone says we're comic books and television shows where they come from. Something like that," she said. "It is weird. 'Specially with all the vampires and werewolves and witches... yeah, this place has all those. Honestly? I want Arkham back."