Maggie picks up the large stack of newspapers, which possibly have been collected for at least the last 5 years. They condense, break down, and slip into her clothing, although she looks like a shoplifter with that much paper on her.
"That's so cool!" The boy emotes.
"I'll show you something cooler when we get to the roof," Maggie promises, and lifts him up to climb through to the fire escape.
"Sir, do you have medications you'll need with you?" She asks grandpa, knowing things like heart medication and the like are bad to be skipped.
The man pauses, frowns about young people assuming old people needing medication, then grumbles. With as much speed as arthritic knees will allow, he goes into the bedroom, and comes out with a toiletries bag a few moments later. She offers him a hand to go through the window. "We're coming out," she gives the heads up to Batgirl, to explain the delay.
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"That's so cool!" The boy emotes.
"I'll show you something cooler when we get to the roof," Maggie promises, and lifts him up to climb through to the fire escape.
"Sir, do you have medications you'll need with you?" She asks grandpa, knowing things like heart medication and the like are bad to be skipped.
The man pauses, frowns about young people assuming old people needing medication, then grumbles. With as much speed as arthritic knees will allow, he goes into the bedroom, and comes out with a toiletries bag a few moments later. She offers him a hand to go through the window. "We're coming out," she gives the heads up to Batgirl, to explain the delay.