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Outside the Clocktower, New Gotham City, Friday evening
Dinah checked her watch, checked the alley, and really hoped the portal would be on time, and that Triela had remembered to catch it. Maybe she should've called?

[for an Italian gun girl]

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Dinah said as she came up, panting, then very gently punched Triela in the arm. "Subtlety! You no has it!" But she was laughing.

"Says Miss Jumping-off-of-that-fountain."

Dinah had enough breath back to giggle still more, and looped her arm through Triela's, tugging her into the amusement fairway. "C'mon. Let's get lost in the crowd before someone asks us for our autographs for the 2012 track team." She grins. "Funnel cakes!"

"You're going to have to eat enough for both of us," Triela said with a grin, letting herself get dragged along.