Hannah
- I'm ignoring that.
- Insatiable to who?
- @drjackofthemoon.bsky.social Snow drifted lazily through the cold, bitter air. A harsh wind pushed the woman toward the front door of a strange blue box, and, without putting nearly as much thought into it as she should, she opened the door and entered into the strange too-large-on-the-inside
- space, clutching her fleece jacket tightly over her and muttering dourly about the injustices of the cold, until she began to look around and immediately froze upon seeing the strange—and large—interior. "Hello?" she muttered, standing stock-still.
- They're resilient. If they weren't they'd be dead.
- Visibly shuddering whenever she thinks about those horrible things, and Bloody Mary...
- I- I'll talk about something else. You... have fun in Gotham.
- Monsters. Worse than the crocodile man in the sewer.
- It always is. It's unforgettable. For all the wrong reasons.
- Their naming convention makes no sense... and there are other things that lurk in that city.
- Gotham isn't much to see.
