"I'm too much in my head, I hear. We can just smack each other with a rolled up newspaper if we notice things getting out of hand. Deal?" Ellie can feel herself giving Steph a bit of a grin in response. Not one of her sharp, feral smiles, which make all-too-frequent appearances, but more reassuring.

She's still sitting opposite Steph, as if somehow she could be a barrier between this new fragility and the hustle and bustle of everything going on. So many people are too loud and too messy, and she'd forgotten how easy it could be to just be lost and blend into a crowd unnoticed. They were doing a good job of not attracting attention, right now.

"Mm?" The next question earns a surprised laugh. "Uh. Yeah. Saving the day, zooming around and stuff. Why, you think that's who we need to sort out this Initiative mess?" She glances down at herself. "I don't think I could do lycra."