Re: Meatpacking District - Jason/Gwen/Hulk
[Gwen intended to do exactly what Laura said - stay inside. But the fire that started on the fifth floor of Herald Towers made that unexpectedly impossible. She'd moved away from the windows minutes earlier, when her panic kept altering the fabric of reality in ways that weren't beneficial to anyone but the bad guys; assisting the bad guys wasn't high on her list of acceptable activities, regardless of her affinity for people that everyone considered too dangerous for logical interaction.
But the fire had started shortly after that, and she hadn't been able to do anything about it, even when she tried. She hadn't realized it yet, but she had to be in the space she was altering, and the fire was fifteen stories down, so it was a hopeless endeavor.
After a few more minutes spent calculating burn rate and the probability of emergency vehicles being able to reach the building (Q = mass loss rate x heat of combustion x area), she left her safe spot against the furthest wall of the apartment, and she changed out of her track pants and tanktop into jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. She grabbed her dad's gun from the lockbox, and she tucked it into the back of her jeans, and then she came back out into the living room, where Jason was standing.]
We have to go. [She pulled out her phone and checked reports as she moved.] They were saying the Meatpacking district looks okay. It's down that way. [The reports were about twenty minutes old, but it was the best there was.]