Re: jurassic world: steph/selina.
[Selina didn't mind the dinosaurs. Or, she didn't yet. Maybe a few days in this place, and her tune would change. But now? Now it was survival mode, and survival mode was such a welcome change. No Bat that ignored her, no tin man with a bruised ego, no mild-mannered scientist with mixed signals and sometimes green skin, no soldier with a metal arm. None of the things that she'd been tangling herself up in - or not tangling herself up in, whatever the case might be. No, dinosaurs? Dinosaurs were definitely preferable, even for the little hedonist kitty cat that was making an unholy mess of things lately.
She loaded the gun in her thigh holster, clicked the safety, unwound her whip. She wished her pack was lighter, and she wished for slinky black instead of what she wore, but that was just habit, and this would do just as well.
She listened to the kitten, because Stephanie seemed to know the world, and that wasn't surprising. She figured nerdhood rubbed off when someone slept with the riddled man, and she was grateful for it now. But, still, she didn't look worried, and she wasn't. Maybe she'd been through too much, and the last time she remembered being really afraid was in Marvel, during the hallucinations. Here? She was clear, and she was fine, and she trusted the kitten at her side, even if there hadn't been a purple girl-bat in Gotham in a long, long time.]
Forest. [After just a few seconds of thinking.] Lots of cover. Bruce and I managed to hide in a forest for a long time in zombies. Maybe it'll work for us here, too. [She grinned at the change in Stephanie's voice, and it was starting to feel like an adventure again, any tiny bit of fear gone, water in a drain.]
Left and straight. [She nodded, and she waited for the big winged thing to turn for another circled approach, and then she ran, whip at the ready, and maybe she'd get a chance to rope a... whatever that thing was. She chucked; she'd had worse days.]