Owner	Pose
Lucy Blaze	Old memories, another time. Funny how the Greatest Generation transitions into dust and history, reduced to mere shadows of former glory physically. The Intrepid herself manages to stay afloat on the waterfront as a vestige for what has gone, but so many of her crew are little more than headstones in silent, precise white rows. Behind the giants, even the Silent Generation slips into obscurity. "Fossils," Lady Zannah of Khera would laugh to herself. The phone she carries is practically a prehistoric relic to her. Seeing the litany of reactions to Damian's speech or the fawning adoration of the OG heroes of World War Two doesn't produce any pang of anger or a need to punch a brick wall. Should've swiped food while at the event. The city never lacks for options open late as long as she knows where to look. Or anything to quench different appetites. If someone isn't being actively murdered or threatening her for being in a scarlet wiggle dress, she can wish it were so.
Kate Kane	Kate follows after Lucy, recognizing her as a fellow Bird, if nothing else. She hastens her steps a bit, not wanting to call out to her until she's a bit closer. Because, well, giving either of them too much attention isn't exactly ideal. Plus, it's damn cold for someone to be wearing effectively a miniskirt even with knee-high socks. So when she gets close enough, she says, "I thought I recognized you at the gala. What's going on?" She doesn't bother with normal social greetings, mainly because... well, it's Zealot. Social graces are nice and all, but she always preferred the direct approach.
Lucy Blaze	Birds of a feather... Even if Oracle's database entry on this one is laughably incomplete. Still a Bird, if a violent one. Lucy shoves the phone away and navigates the street that pierces the Garment District. The air feels good on her face and the noise of so many fawning voices greatly lessened being out on the sidewalk. Cities are never quiet, electric and alive. They have a pulse and she can nearly feel it. Being stalked by a baseball player, even a Bat-ball player, that's a bit new. She slows enough for Kate to close that distance more easily. "Counting old faces. Seeing if they're in doddering old age." A smirk.
Kate Kane	Kate smiles faintly, "Yeah, well, looks like most of them that could make it were fine. But old age catches us... well, most of us." She glances over at Zannah with a wry expression, "Not all of us can be so lucky. And I doubt you'd be there for just that reason." The files on Zealot were remarkably incomplete, it's true. But she's also probably the Bird most likely to understand Zannah's point of view, at least as far as violence is concerned. Some just hide it better under the guise of a soldier. As she says, "Look, you want to get something to eat? There's places around here, and while this outfit is great for some things, walking around in winter in a miniskirt is not ideal."
Lucy Blaze	Lucy Blaze, unsung hero of probably nothing, carries no sting from age or her daughter's cutting remarks or obscurity. She stands perfectly still once coming to a halt. Fingers lace together in a cradle that would indicate peace in most people. In her case that nothing occupies her hands gets about as close to non-violence as she knows how. "Why did you go? Parties aren't lacking in Gotham." Small talk is hardly her forte, and there Kate can lap her ten times over. The common toddler can babble ten times better, frankly. "A meal would be ideal. You need a towel to sit on? Chairs are so rarely wiped down here."
Kate Kane	Kate chuckles, "I'll be fine, and they aren't lacking, but my nephew... well, technically cousin, but he's young enough he's more of my nephew, put on the affair. So I wanted to show support for him." She pauses, then grins a bit wolfishly, "And also I got a chance to dance with Diana, and that's worth it all by itself." With that, she gives Z a wink, then gestures, "Come on, it's not too bad in this one. A bit of a greasy spoon, but after dealing with the party, it's actually a bit refreshing. And no towel necessary, I assure you."
Lucy Blaze	Confusing family tree? Welcome to Gotham, home of family bushes or arboreal colonies. The walk resumes and Zannah keeps a brisk, almost brusque pace. Does Kate lead or has she somehow sussed out the way? The chance to stretch her legs is a welcome respite after standing around obsolete war machines hearing old war stories, or not hearing them as the case may be. "Your presence was welcome, I'm sure. Dancing with an Amazonian princess is not done every day." Not a trace of a grudge there, but Lucy probably dances once a century to prove it's a bad idea.
Kate Kane	Kate grins, "Hey, dancing isn't just fun, it's also useful for keeping your coordination up." She leads the way to the out-of-the-way diner in question. And sure, it /looks/ like a dive on the outside, but the inside is clean and there's a few people in there dressed a bit too nicely for a diner of this quality. "The best food in diners are easily sussed out by those in the know, because honestly, sometimes you just need a good spot of grease." She laughs and waves to the waitress, as apparently this isn't Kate's first time at this place. "And well, I'm not gonna lie, still a bit on cloud nine about that dance. Wow." She grins and sits down in the booth, looking over at Zannah. "Noticed you had a bit of a crowd around yourself there too. Even if you didn't do any dancing."