Who: Betsy and OTA When: Sunday Morning Where: Manhattan What: Scouting, sorta
There were still questions regarding the attack, but like true New Yorkers, most people had brushed off the debris and moved on. Betsy was trying to do the same. The school had come out all right, thankfully. Students were a little worried of course, but classes had picked up and the classes kept going. The new team had their first real 'outing'. They had done all right, needed some team work but you know, new team, that was bound to happen. So most people were dealing with their own issues. Students, kids, damage, all of that. Betsy had other plans. She wasn't going to live at the school any longer. Oh she knew she'd be spending tons of time there, no way around that, but some space outside of the school would be a good idea. Oh she wasn't in a hurry, there was time to find the right place.
Her heels clicked on the street, drowned out by the sounds of the city. People on cell phones, honking cars, cries for a taxi. Laughter, rushing, steam billowing from the street vendors food. She tossed the other end of her steel grey scarf around her neck and pulled her hair out from where it had gotten trapped. Pulled her sherpa jacket around her a bit tighter and crossed the street quickly, not bothering to look for the walk or don't walk. There were several lofts and apartments she had t look at yet today, and somewhere in there, she definitely needed to grab lunch.