Re: [Old Textile Mill]
Gwen thought this was how the first day of school must feel for normal girls that weren't clones. She was concerned about performance, and she didn't want to lag behind. Okay, so there wasn't any concern about the social aspects that she believed came with the educational system, but the analogy still fit in enough ways that she decided not to scrap it completely. At the end of the day, she was the new girl in Aegis. She'd never had a lab or projects of her own, and she felt like she owed something significant to these people for freeing her from the League. They'd even given her this project, after her phosphorescence project seemed successful. This project was kind of a no-brainer to involve her in, but she still knew it involved a certain level of trust.
But she knew about Felicity from Flash, and she knew about the cat burglar (even before Flash's information) from Perry. She had the donor's acquired memories of the girl in the red hair, and she knew all these data points gave her an advantage.
Gwen did use the rope and carabiner. She didn't rely on it as much as someone else might, and she understood that (on some level) it was a security blanket, but she used it all the same. She lowered herself slowly, checking the tablet at her hip every few seconds for any anomalous atmospheric readings. So far, there was nothing questionable. "I don't think she considers the eventual need for a hero. I know there's the possibility that it's all super deliberate, but I don't think so. It's just selfish of her, and I would tell her that directly, but I don't want to make Flash trapped between us if we argue. She's his sister. He loves her. It's not super cool to put that kind of choice on him."
When the ground was a few feet away, Gwen dropped, and she undid the rope from her waist. She left it hanging, assuming she would need it for the return ascent. "I'm not sure how he is." Which was an honest response. Gwen wasn't super good at reading people yet, and she did okay with Flash in person, but they hadn't spent much time together in person recently. "We didn't see each other for months." For Gwen, that was an explanation.
Ahead of them, double doors waited, and this was where the challenge began. The complicated back-up lock was still functional beside the door itself, but there was a space at the very center of the door that was super obviously warped. "Don't touch that." Gwen pointed at the distortion, which took up the majority of the center of the door. "Are you good with manual locks?" Gwen could figure it out, but she thought a burglar would probably manage it quicker than she would. In the meantime, she scanned the area and beyond.