Batman left as soon as he set up the mental connection, leaving her to have a conversation with two somewhat friendly young men. They'd found the wrong side of the law because they wanted to buy translators, since talking to spiders apparently didn't make for the best conversation. They also shared that they found her quite attractive and were therefore more than pleased to be rehabilitated to anywhere that would include her.
She discovered that she hated compliments. But otherwise, she liked the two teens.
The spider-boys could not be transferred until Taz had recovered, but whatever organization funded meta-teen rehabilitation had already booked her and Taz a hotel room. She didn't mind not having to share it with a man, married or not. She really didn't mind when the organization gave her an allowance, either. The twenty-dollar bill she'd had in her purse when she arrived had hardly been reassuring.
Not that that had mattered. Half-a-day's walk through miles of farm fields hadn't eaten her budget, much less the hour of rain. She owed Taz and Louise her life, to be honest. Cold weather never bothered her, but she hadn't been prepared for winter, much less all this.
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