Her fingers smudge chocolate on the disposable cup, careful not to hold it too tight lest she quote-unquote "explode" it all over her civvies. Again. Look, she'd been startled by the purple ball flying directly at her head. Not really her fault, and the poor Hunter had apologised.

Still, it was the kind of incident that made one wary. Even at 0430 in the morning, you could never be sure what kind of weird stuff could be happening in the Plaza. This morning, at least, it was quiet.