Re: Upper West Side: West 81st.
[Her head turns. There are buildings lining the streets, the homes with the kinds of price tags only the Tonys of the world can afford and the doormen out front, they've disappeared and the friendly entrances for the super rich are closed up tight. Stark Tower and safety is a very long way away, on foot and her pulse is hammering in her ears. There's a reason she's the secretary, not the superhero.
And her name. Clear underneath the cacophony of what sounds like war, and a familiar figure, if only from too many newspapers and information sound-bites the PR department helpfully cut out on her behalf. Selina. With a very big, very ugly thing that looks like it's trying to do damage.]
Run. [There's the Museum up ahead, the Planetarium dark but at least the Museum won't be bolted the way the super-rich have shut up shop. And in case Selina doesn't get the message, she's up, moving toward instead of away.]