Zoe didn't feel out of sorts as the City continued to keep her away from her apartment. She'd gotten used to the heels and skirts, the looks. Oh, she'd had looks back in her own time, but it'd taken a while to get used to them here. She looked more 'feminine' here, as if she looked anything else anywhere. She'd not tried hiding who and what she was, ever.
The sports bag hanging over her shoulder suggested she had done some working out somewhere, and she didn't mind people knowing that she did indeed work to keep in a particular shape. What people wouldn't know, and what she would definitely mind them finding out, was that it wasn't simple workout gear in the bag. She had a few Bat items she'd prefer to keep to herself and maybe the one or two who knew who she was on her off hours, sometimes even when she was supposed to be working.
Her mind now and then would slip back to other times, other moments. Sometimes they were happy, sometimes they were not so happy. Currently, as she tried to make her way home, she was considering a recent visit at work. Jo Harvelle. Zoe's lips pressed together as she tried to decide caused anger to flare when she thought of that visit, but she didn't stop walking to give it much thought. Instead, she walked a little faster.
Some might think in her distraction she wouldn't notice that she was about to barrel into a certain ginger pilot as she turned a corner. Some would be wrong. Or only partially right. She didn't barrel, so much as step out of the way and pause a step or two later when she realized she was about to or actually did breeze past her ex-husband.