Earline
Claire didn't really know how to feel, being out like this. It'd only been about a week since... The incident. The slashes across her face still hadn't even fully healed yet, sitting in stitches. But here she was, in a dark alley at a shopping center at dusk, in a torn up and altered costume. Instead of her skin being visible, there was a layer of thick, beige linen across every inch of skin on her body, including her face. She was still able to see and breathe, luckily, but to everyone looking at her, they'd see a face like a featureless doll's, only slight dimples and bumps to indicate where eyes and a nose might be.

She ran her hands over her arms as she walked around. She didn't even really know *What* She was looking for. She just couldn't be at home, right now.
Tammy
Veronica was on a shopping trip to add to their wardrobe now that they had a source of revenue from the hospital. They had gotten off work late and decided to swing by the mall on the way home so they were dressed in their white scrubs with the black cross on the back. The short ginger would walk through the shopping center with the lazy and disinterested gaze of someone who felt no threats around them, the swagger only felt by those who use to be the danger.

They spotted the new cape and decided, that's probably fine. They would not get involved. They would keep walking and hope no one noticed the very obvious cape striding through the shopping centre.
Earline
Claire felt out of place like this, in this costume, in this false skin covering her body. But being out of this would feel worse. People might look at her "Cape-form" Strangely, she couldn't even blame them for that, but she'd rather take that than how they'd look at her actual face. Coming up to her in public to tell her how sorry they felt for her, how they'd pray for her, asking uncomfortable questions. She'd already received a taste of that in the hospital afterwards, and wasn't looking forward to trying the full platter of fake sympathy.

She spotted Veronica, almost assuming they were a regular person with white scrubs until they saw the symbol on the back. They weren't wearing a mask, but plenty of capes didn't. *She* Technically wasn't wearing one. Seeing another cape made her feel like uneasy around here. She started to walk towards them, her body making swishing sounds as the fabric on her limbs rubbed against itself.

Her brain made a split second decision on how to greet the other cape. For some reason, she thought she should try changing her personality more.

"Hey, you." *No. No. Way too forceful. A personality change is one thing, but being rude is another.* "Uh... You a cape?" She crossed her arms in an effort to look more closed off or intimidating.
Tammy
Veronica stopped and sighed. They, of course, had been spotted. They weren't exactly an inconspicuous person. They turned and approached the cape with a tired expression, a bag on their shoulder and in their hand. They hoped this wouldn't become a fight, really. They weren't a fighter. They were a healer mostly. They could fight, sure, but their power didn't help and this person looked like they had something more than just fists to swing with. 

Their stance was aggressive despite the tired eyes as Veronica responded "Yeah. Veronica King or Triage." This person was definitely a new cape, Veronica realized. Too uncertain. "Hero."
Earline
They said their actual name. Was that common? Claire didn't think so. She probably shouldn't.

"Raggedy Ann."

She still wasn't sure on the hero or villain bit. If she had to say it simply, she might say hero, but then she remembered people like Dreadnought or Excalibur or any of the Vanguard. She didn't feel like any of *Those* Kinds of heroes.

"Rogue. I'm new to the scene."

As she spoke, the area where her mouth would be moved up and down, the coarse fabric rippling with movement as her slightly muffled English accent came through it.
Tammy
Veronica spoke is a thickly irish accent that bled into each word. They eyed Raggedy Ann for a long moment before sticking out a gloved hand to her. They gave a half-smile and said.

"Nice to meet, Raggedy."

They turned their head to the side at the introduction of being a Rogue. They whistled and ran a hand through a mop of ginger hair. They haven't met many rogues. They weren't, by nature, prone to popping up outside their shops or little cuts of turf.

"Well, you lookin to patrol oorr just walking the beat, feeling out the new powers?"
Earline
Raggedy Ann extended her own hand, taking Triage's to shake it. Her grip would feel surprisingly cool, like she was shaking the hand of a life size doll with a skeleton, rather than a person's. It was a fairly bulky hand, with thick fingers seemingly made from fabric.

"You as well."

She took a few moments before answering, trying to come up with a response that didn't make her seem entirely incapable.

"Both. Couldn't hurt to get more experience in either camp."