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The Owlman remained... unchanging as the odd woman progressed. He hardly ever blinked and while something deep in her subconscious told her this wasn't human or natural and it is bad, she went with it. She followed Owlman's ushered hand and proceeded to walk in that direction, taking a glance over her shoulder to see the fleeing woman, distressed that she did not get to show her trick. Ann felt some relief but she was still a bit on edge as she had seen just enough creeps to be always paranoid. She could have sworn a couple was watching them from a far but a glance in that direction had reveled they had moved on. The Owlman and Ann remained quiet for a bit as communication wasn't either of their strong suits. Ann looked over at her company and saw him fishing for some device in his pocket. An owl's face had adorned the surface of the device and activating it by pressing in on those yellow and black eyes revealed a screen and speakers. Now Ann suddenly felt like this was something out of a comic book that she occasionally read whenever she found herself at a public library. The Owlman put the device screen on display for Ann to read and she did so. Meeting Important... Velocity Max? Dead? Why show this to Ann, who had no idea what anything meant? But it was probably more for his knowledge than hers as Ann deduced that he had to be somewhere. She couldn't help but swallow nervously as she thought about the reason why he would have to meet with someone about a dead Max, whoever that was. A card was then given to Ann, which she delicately removed from his outstretched talon and quickly read through it. Reformist Council? While the card appeared as though it was legitimate, anyone could have produced a card like this, at least as far as Ann was concerned. Then the Owl's talon, in turn, took a very gentle approach to draw attention to Ann's ripped sleeve. Ann flinched slightly as she felt the touch, ever so slightly. It was true, her present outfit was a stolen school uniform off of some LA private school girl and had been slowly deteriorating but it didn't bother her much. It bothered other people, though, and that would cause them to get close and ask questions. It was best that they didn't ask questions though. Obviously the Owlman was trying to make a case to go with him, that much Ann could make out, but she felt just entirely unsure about this. Trust was a fickle thing for her these days, but... something reassured her. Was it Ariadne? Ann cocked her head to the right, looking past Owlman to meet the eyes of her twin. Strangely, Ariadne looked to be in a relaxed form of anger, a new low in that raging form that was her sister. It was enough to convince her. "Okay fine." She said weakly and with clear hesitation. "I'll go with you, wherever, but..." Her voice croaked and she coughed to the side before continuing. "..But, if I don't like it. You won't like it, understand?" Something was different in Ann this time around. Her voice carried weight and confidence as it was very clearly a threat. She would follow the Owlman but one bad vibe and she knew she could rely on Ariadne.

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