Scott Lang/Hope VanDyne
"Don't get yourself blacklisted in a fake Vegas." There was a sense of calm about things, after figuring out that this wasn't a serious threat, assessing things, Hope decided that she could move with this rather than fight against it. She didn't understand things, she didn't really see how anything was possible, but she was prepared to deal for now.
Scott being there and giving her a general idea of things helped, a lot. Would she have liked to have been home, where she could spend time with her parents together, work out how to bridge so many years without her mother, and see if she could repair things with her and Scott? Of course. But this was a step in the middle and she was sure that there'd still be plenty of time for her and Mom to reconnect.
Vegas was still hot, not as hot as Starklandia seemed to get, but the air conditioning and a shower had helped Hope not feel so dusty and gross. Joining Scott by the window, pulling her damp hair up into a ponytail, she surveyed the strip below. "What about, Casino, buffet and show? Or pool. I could fit in lounging by a pool in there."