p class="MsoNormal"Felicity stared into the car boot and shook her head. Staring back at her were enough first-aid supplies and pain meds to stock a hospital, and about twenty more tubes of tennis balls. Everyone was always hungry, so she'd taken to keeping a fruit bowl and a stack of energy bars on the go in the lair, too, and you could of course never have to many batteries. (But maybe eighteen packets was cutting it close.) Ah well, she'd gotten used to the strange looks after the first coupe months. Most of the people who saw her shopping bags probably just assumed she worked in a med clinic or a childcare centre. In this city, the contents of her trolley weren't even nearing serious-level weird. She slammed the boot closed and slipped around the side of the car. All in a day's work for Overwatch./p