[ the first thing she'd done once she was alone was change into the suit stowed in her backpack. clearly, though, the slow and careful approach to exploring this place wasn't going to cut it. a strange silhouette emerges from the shadows of the garage, in black from head to toe. batgirl looks the stranger over, shaking her head. ]
No. Same boat. [ the words are clipped, scratched around the edges. she pauses, looking past the boy to the bike, eyes landing on the flat tire. ]
There's spares. [ she jerks a thumb in the direction, before starting towards where she'd found them before. at the very least, she's gotten her own bike running. ] Know how to change it?
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No. Same boat. [ the words are clipped, scratched around the edges. she pauses, looking past the boy to the bike, eyes landing on the flat tire. ]
There's spares. [ she jerks a thumb in the direction, before starting towards where she'd found them before. at the very least, she's gotten her own bike running. ] Know how to change it?