[center][h1]Charlotte[/h1][/center]
Looking-Glass shook her head, incredulous, annoyed, and part-way amused at the turn of events. It had been years since she'd been treated like a child, and the first time since she'd donned the armor of Looking-Glass. She found the velvet glove treatment to be annoying in the extreme.

"I will make my own way home," she stated, preparing to step off the force-disk. Her voice was obscured and distorted as White Knight mixed his voice with her own in perfect synchronization, creating an odd double-timbre blend of high and low. She sent a mental note to Aina to ready the car. She did not want to deal with this longer than necessary. "My guardian is here, and I have business to take care of. Thank you for your offer, however, this is not the first time I have done this, and neither will it be the last."

She hefted the gun over her shoulder, and spied the retreating Kryptonites. It appeared that this situation was over and done with, all to quickly. That being the case, there was no longer any reason to stay here. 

She faced Howard. "I expect what we discussed will remain between us, [i]Techster[/i]," she said, deliberately using his "hero" name - a form of recognition, even if his parents didn't feel the same. Whatever they thought, he had accomplished something. Something good, and something that left her in his debt. "Please, keep your promise."

Without another word, she hopped off the platform. The armors natural durability would handle the landing for her, and Aina would be aware of the situation and have the car ready for now. 

Tonight trip was pointless, she thought.

She glanced back at Howard and his family, before breaking into a sprint.

[i]"Well, perhaps not totally pointless.[/i]
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