Despite the irritating lack of advanced, futuristic luxuries, which she had only known as modern day conveniences and wished she had appreciated more when she was able to, Dana had adjusted to life in Los Angeles surprisingly well. Donning the vintage clothing, learning how to use the antique technology, and learning to count the confusing currency; Dana had assimilated so well into twenty-first century culture that it would be easy to mistake Dana Tan as just another teenage girl born in the 1990s. As long as she watched herself and kept her Gotham city jargon out of conversation, of course, but she hadn't done that in a while. In fact, she was now even able to incorporate slang she picked up on the street into her every day language, to a certain extent.
Keeping her head down and blending in had worked remarkably well thus far in staying out of trouble, and she was nearly getting to the point where she was beginning to like it here. However, Dana had no real friends in Los Angeles and as busy as she tried to keep herself, the fact of the matter remained that she got quite lonely at times. Which was precisely why she grew so excited upon seeing a familiar figure hunched on the street.
Practically skipping, Dana Tan scuttled her way to the boy she knew as Terry McGinnis and chirped, "Hey stranger. Need help?" as she made an attempt peer over his shoulder as he went through the the contents of his wallet. It was a failed attempt, as the boy was considerably taller than her, but an attempt nonetheless.