Enigma grumbled as she padded through the lobby of Stark Tower in her bare feet, her hair sticking in every direction from it's ponytail. She yawned, going through the glass door and stooping to pick up the envelope Jarvis had woken her up for, still wanting to strangle the little AI for disturbing her. She accepted the coffee from Marcus who usually hung around the lobby flirting with one of the receptionists, starting to take a sip as she flipped the green envelope over.
The coffee hit the floor, burning her feet as she looked at the golden question mark, before trembling hand started to rip open the paper, desperate to get inside. Brown eyes scanned the page, words flowing through her mind, her father's voice sharp and manic. “Marcus, get the car, NOW!” She was already running. “Green Room, Jarvis.”
“Yes ma'am,” Jarvis stated, not affronted by her lack of manner, wishing the teen up to her floor and depositing her on the requested floor.
She was already stripping and grabbed the nearest items of clothing, one of Bruce's shirts and her cut off shorts, before she grabbed her shoes and headed back into the lift, sitting down to put them on. “Garage, Jarvis....please.”
“Yes ma'am. And may I suggest buttoning the shirt before leaving the Tower?”
Enigma blinked, before looking down, buttoning the shirt in question. “Thank you, Jarvis.”
She ran out of the elevator and got into the waiting car, giving an order to head to the warehouse. There had been no location in the riddle whose answer was, in fact, riddle, but she could access more of her belongings there.