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Same old same old. The trip back to the prison was more of before, but this time Alcatraz was new and improved. While the exterior and the entrances were still as visually abandoned as ever, the inside was new and improved. This time, Quinn could see rooms that had been repaired, organised, and filled with basic necessities. The irony of living in a prison cell wasn't lost on her. Well, Quinn's kayfabe was still intact. So long as her identity as a villain and her identity as a person were separate, she could freely roam the streets. Some of her comrades couldn't, so it was much more of a gift than one could think.

Like before, she was first to arrive. She still wore her costume—demon mask, wig, and punkish attire—when she entered. This was more of a habit, though. It was easier to be a villain if you acted like one. To act like one, you had to look like one. Plus it was really cosy clothing. The innermost defensive layer also acted as a soft padding, so the coat was a lot more comfortable than it looked.

[color=#65a0f0]"I see that this place is actually funded this time around,"[/color] she joked as she no longer had to step over random cables and tiles on the ground, [color=#65a0f0]"series B or what?"[/color]

Well, that was the extent of her sociability. It was easier to shit on heroes than it was to make friends with villains.