Owner	Pose
Conner Kent	Oh Gotham. Dark city of grim vigilantes, crazy gangsters and now... sewer dragons. On the pro side, although Conner will never admit to Tim, it has better food than New York. Or maybe better cooks. That is the reason why Conner is still in the city on a Monday. Helping with the post-dragon cleanup. Then a looong shower to try to get off the sewer smell. And now burgers. For breakfast. Totally normal in Gotham. He is not really tired, because there is some sunlight (despite the Gotham smog) but he is certainly kind of bleh. Fighting crime in New York is less... uh, usually it is more fun. Super-criminals tend to be idiots or have a sense of humor, and rarely total psychos. And there are monsters in the sewers, sure (rumoured they even have a city there) but not sewer dragons.
Qira Quest	Qira is one of the denizens of the city of eternal twilight (not really, but seriously, how overcast can one city be?!), albeit one of their more recent ones. The oddly high number of homeless and street kids that constantly roam the streets makes it easier for her to go unnoticed, especially when she's shoved the bulk of that telltale white hair up under a mobcap and used some soot and ash to darken what still shows. The ratty clothes help to conceal a figure entirely too honed to pass for the scrawny underfed she's going for, a mishmash of items either too big or too small to help perpetuate the idea that she's one of them. Usually she gets her daily cash by beating up a drug dealer or pimp and taking their stuff, but pickings were slim in the aftermath of a... sewer dragon? She didn't bother going to look for herself, staying clear of the area once the cops and city officials swarmed the area. Instead, she's drifting around and looking for a suitable mark to swipe a couple bucks to get herself something to eat, sizing up people as she wanders aimlessly down streets. Looking for someone that at least looks like they might be bad news. But it seems the criminal element tends to avoid the morning, leaving Qira in increasingly desperate straits, and finally settling on someone who at least might be a street thug. She's approaching Conner from an angle, using the swaying drift of the mentally ill or drunk to carry her closer. Muttering incoherent ramblings under her breath to help push the ruse, she 'stumbles' into him roughly, hands going out to brace against him, patting once or twice before trying to slip the wallet from his pocket in the confusion.
Conner Kent	Conner hears her coming, of course. But against the noises of the city (and Gotham is noisy) details tend to get lost. Details that other people with enhanced senses wouldn't miss, but Conner prefers to filter off everything unless he is looking for something, sensory overload is a thing for him. Therefore the first notice of Qira is her stumbling on him. Which is like stumbling on a rock for a second; until he does an effort to react like a human would and shift a little, clinging to his burger with a hand while trying to get hold of Qira with the other. And he glances at her, seeing all she doesn't want to be seen. Fit body, badly disguised white hair, sharp green-gold eyes, and her hand on his wallet. "Hey, not my wallet. I have no cash, just credit cards and college passcards. Those are a hassle to replace."
Qira Quest	Qira is all set to grab the wallet and take off. She's fast, agile, and she's learned every nook and cranny of the city over the last months. It shouldn't be hard to lose him. But there's a few things she wasn't counting on. Hitting him is like hitting a steel wall, she actually starts to rebound off him, grabbing hold of his jacket with one hand while the other gropes for the wallet. Even after she's gotten it, he /sees/ her. That's unusual in and of itself. The residents of this city are rarely perceptive, or attentive, they seem to go out of their way to not notice if anything. She drops her hold on the wallet, rearing back to stare up at him with a suspicious stare. "You're not normal." The tone is accusatory, the words harsh, even if the voice is quiet. Rubbing at her shoulder lightly, she glances all around, then looks back to him. "I didn't take it. It's still in your pocket." She holds both hands up, fingers spread, hands empty, "Just... don't try anything, okay? I don't want to hurt you." Because she still thinks she could. Backpedaling a few steps, she puts a bit of distance between them and watches him warily, "You're not gonna call the cops are you?"
Conner Kent	"I am not?" Conner tilts his head at that. Did he move too quickly? It is difficult to gauge sometimes, and his abilities keep increasing steadily. "Well, maybe normal Gothamites don't catch you pick-pocketing. I am from New York." As if that explained anything, really. "Anyway. I am not going to shoot you or anything. Because I am not from Gotham, so I don't have a gun." And the wallet is in his pocket, so what would the Gotham cops do. Probably arrest him for drunk driving even if he has not a car. "Not the cops. Maybe I will tell Batman, though."
Qira Quest	She stares at him for a long moment, then gives a shake of her head, "No you won't. You're not one of them. One of his winged followers." She takes another step back, "You're bluffing. And I'm leaving. I still gotta find breakfast." Watching him as she starts to slowly back towards an alley, "You're fine, didn't even drop your burger." Once she reaches the mouth of the alley, Qira pauses just long enough to size him up once more, "You should head back to New York, Gotham isn't kind to outsiders." Then she's turning and slipping down the alley, hurrying towards the fireescape and vaulting up, catching the railing to the first landing and scrambling up the stairs to reach the rooftops.
Conner Kent	Conner watches the girl retreat in a confused jumble of observations and advice. Too talkative for a street kid, to be honest. What would Tim do? He follows her slowly to the alley, chomping at his burger, and tossing the remains to a nearby thrash bin. Alright, and that is an Olympic gymnast agility. Or she is not normal herself. Qira is going to be in the rooftop in twenty seconds. But Conner only needs three, and two of them are to make sure there is no looking at him. So, Qira finds him at the rooftop when she gets there. "And now I finished my burger. Maybe you should go to New York yourself, you don't sound like a native. What's your name?"
Qira Quest	Finding him on the rooftop, and reaching it before she does, really only confirms her suspicions. Letting out a heavy sigh, Qira mutters, "Knew it couldn't be that simple..." Shaking her head, she looks at him, "Nothing for me in New York. No reason for me to go there." Since she's not hiding at this point, she shrugs out of the oversized jacket and the too small overshirt, tucking the latter into the former before making a sling from the coat. Pulling the cap off, she tucks it in with the overshirt and runs a hand through her hair. "Not sure I want you to know that." She lifts a shrug and stares at him for a long minute, "You're one of those 'heroes' that keeps making the news. And I'm not. Lets leave it at that, hm?" Turning, she moves across the rooftop, heading towards the edge, likely in preparation to make the leap across to the next one.
Conner Kent	"Well, fair," replies Conner, watching her leaving again. "But you said Gotham wasn't kind to..." outsiders. But that is not correct, heh. "It is not good for pick pockets either. I could buy you breakfast?" He offers a second before she jumps. That is how far his kindness to strangers will go. Although Qira unusual appearance and agility will end up in a report next time he visits the Roost. She is probably a meta, and Tim would want to know.
Qira Quest	"It's not. But I've learned to adapt," Qira lifts a shrug and pauses at the edge, looking back to him. "You just ate. You really going to just sit there while I eat?" The expression on her face is an odd one, watching him and his unusual behavior, calculating, trying to figure out what he wants. Letting out a breath, she glances at the rooftop across the way, then turns back. "Yeah, okay. It's going to be hours before the assholes start cropping up, I don't want to wait that long to eat." Qira moves to stand in front of him, lips pursing up, "So where are we going? Your dime, your choice. There's a place down the way that makes this really good breakfast sandwich. Cheap, too."
Conner Kent	"I'll get a milkshake or something," replies Conner, "the burger was more... like late, late dinner." He doesn't explain that one. As she comes closer, he smirks faintly. Not a street kid for sure. Not distrustful enough. "Nah, your choice. I don't know good breakfast places, but I should, since it is not the first time it dawns on me here," he gestures with a hand, "lead on, mysterious person. Is that hair white for real or dyed? It looks real."
Qira Quest	"Try the breakfast sandwich. I wasn't kidding when I said it's good." Qira stares at him for another moment before turning and leaping off the edge of the building. She doesn't freefall, instead skating both feet and one hand along the side of the building before pushing off a few feet from the ground, landing at a run in the alley before slowing herself to a more normal pace. Waiting for him to... fly or teleport or whatever he does to have beaten her to the roof, she glances back at him and resettles the sling around the tanktop she's still wearing. "Real but not natural. Didn't used to be white, but it is now." She lifts a shrug and heads off, walking down the street at a normal pace, but without the affectations, it's easier to see the training in her gait and carriage. Without the extra clothes, it's much easier to see the muscle tone and lack of body fat that suggests whatever she does is definitely not a desk job. True to her word, there's a little market down the street that happens to have a small 'dining' area. Three stools at a counter with a cooking area that consists of a fridge, a sink, and a grill/flat top combo. The cook himself is a huge bear of a man with hair sprouting everywhere there's skin just about (except for his head, sadly). "Hey Tony. Two of the usual, his treat." She jerks a thumb back towards Conner.
Conner Kent	That is not how gravity works, wants to point out Conner. But then again, he can't talk, can he? He follows Qira by the expedite method to just jumping to the ground. Landing on a crouch to cushion the impact and save his boots. Things you learn from many, many landings. No broken legs or anything, so Qira was right saying he wasn't normal. But look who is talking. "I know only other girl with white hair, but I think she was born like that," he comments idly, following her to the market stall. "Do you take credit? LexPay?" He asks Tony with a grin.
Qira Quest	Tony stares at her, then at Conner, then jerks a thumb towards a beat-up looking machine where he can swipe his card. The sandwiches DO look really good, all said and done. Melted butter brushed across ciabatta buns and tossed on the grilltop to toast, two eggs over easy topped with american cheese slices, and thick bacon done right on the flat top with the eggs. Two dashes of hot sauce on top and the sandwiches are wrapped in paper, then foil, and handed over. Qira takes them both and holds one out to Conner, "It will change your life." She doesn't wait, unwrapping and biting into hers even as she holds the other out to him, savoring the flavors all coming together while piping hot. "Mmmm... Tony, you're the best." She takes another bite, falling silent to devour her breakfast with gusto.
Conner Kent	Conner pays quickly and gets his sandwich, looking at it appreciatively before taking a bite. "Hmm, this is good," probably better than the burger, but it is not as if Conner eats when he is hungry. It takes several days without food for him to get hungry as most of his fuel comes from sunlight. Food is its own reward, and sometimes a social thing. "And now we have food, I am Conner. What's your name? It doesn't have to be your real name, but I want to call you something besides 'hey, you'."
Qira Quest	Qira remains silent, watching him as she eats her sandwich. Debating. Finally, she lets out a sigh through her nose, swallows the bite, and says, "Qira. You can call me Qira." She takes another bite of her sandwich, still watching him, "But you can't tell them that I'm here. I don't... need or want their interference. Or lectures. Or threats. I'm just.. trying to figure some stuff out." She doesn't say who 'them' is, but really. who else would she be talking about? She glances sidelong, towards Tony, then back to Conner, tilting her head towards the door and turning to head out. Once they're outside, she starts walking again, an easy pace that will allow for them to eat and talk. "I wasn't always.. like I am now. And what I was before wasn't really... good." Frowning faintly, she stares at the ground, "I don't really know that I'm any better now, but.. I'm trying to play by the Bat's rules so I don't draw attention."
Conner Kent	Conner eats his sandwich more slowly, listening to the girl's thought train. "Ah, the bat rules. Pretty sure pick-pocking is not there," but he knows the bat rules. Well, some of them. Mostly the ones relating no-kryptonians in Gotham. "Fine, if you are sure..." he gives her another once-over. "Do you have a place to live? People like you shouldn't be out there, it is not safe. Extra not-safe in Gotham. Men in Black are the least worry. I'd say Metro, but not with Lex as president. Canada should be safer."
Qira Quest	She lifts a shrug, "He doesn't seem to care if I steal from criminals. Which is what I've been doing. But that... sewer dragon thing last night sent everyone running for their beds, couldn't find anyone to shake down." Qira finishes off her sandwich in a few large bites, balling up the paper and foil, tossing it into a passing trash can. She tucks her hands into her pockets and gives a small snort, "I have to be here. This is.. where I woke up. Not even sure if I'm able to leave the area." Lifting a shrug, she offers, "It's not terrible if you know your way around, know what to do, where to avoid. Who to avoid." Qira glances at him, "I've survived in worse conditions than my current ones, I'll be fine."
Conner Kent	"So mysterious," remarks Conner with a grin. "Well, I know people here and there. Here, my card," which is blank but for his cellphone number scribbled on it. "Call me if you get into trouble. Or if you visit New York. Or if you feel lonely, I liked the sandwitch." And with that, he walks away, he has lots of paperwork waiting for him in New York.