"- since you're hungry, I mean -

- I need to think about the other stuff but I can get you raisins now."

She's too scared to move, and shouldn't try to eat soon even after she comes out of it, it'll just make her sick. She is probably coming out of it but it's going to be a little while.

"Okay."

Steampunk girl teleports out of the bank, talks inaudibly to the other two.

She lays there, trying to remember how to move her legs. It's slow going.

Steampunk girl comes back inside before she has that figured out. Sits by her, takes out her phone, plays a puzzle game with soft bleeping noises and waits.

That's unhelpful; the only people she's ever seen play phone games are staff and it's hard to stop the reminder from sending her spiraling back into panic. Not that she's going to say so.

It takes more than five minutes but less than ten for her to sit up; she scoots over to the window and leans heavily against it.

"You feeling better?" asks steampunk girl, lowering her phone.

Better but not great, yeah.

"Can... I help?"

Denice pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them.

She doesn't want to go back. She just wants to be left alone.

"- I don't think you need to go back where you came from but you might need some kind of help. You're in a bank and hungry."

She's not that hungry.

"You've been missing more than a day, what've you been doing, shoplifting?"

"You can't just go around shoplifting to eat. That'll get the cops after you, not just a search-n-rescue squad of girls."

The steampunk girl sits with her for a bit in silence. Eventually says, "I'm Megan."

Denice.

"Yeah. Your telepathy spell's pretty cool. They were like, oh, she doesn't know how to talk, but you're doing fine."

That gets a tiny grin: yeah, she really likes it.

"There's stuff geared at magical girls. Charities and transitional housing kinds of deals. Whatever other kind of magic you've got there's people out there who'd help you figure out how to make money off it."

She doesn't understand, like... any... of what she just said.

"Like... I dunno, does the Institute have actual custody of you -"

Doesn't understand that question, either.