"Thanks." She beamed. "Okay. Ready to fight some idiots? I'm totally ready to fight some idiots." Carrie had forgotten some of her bruises and wounds. Nothing was hurting like it had before. This was just more proof that crime fighting was what she was meant to do. Little else could get her jazzed like this.
"Let's go cruising," she said, grinning. "If you get any...um... alerts? Do you have any police radios on you? If you do, give me a shout about what's going on nearby. I want to try and start small. If nothing's coming up on the radar, I'll find something." There was always something to find in this city.