...very unseasonable rains can be seen in the distance from the shores of Acapulco.
The Brockton Bay Protectorate starts organizing volunteers to be transported or teletransported in batches to it. Heroes, rogues, villains, anyone's assistance is appreciated. A rendez-vous point is set for non-Protectorate capes wishing to volunteer, and Protectorate capes are informed of the situation via communication devices.
She probably can't make a dent, although she's going to help Armsmaster with data collection. Mostly she's evac. Her suit's got water breathing apparatus and wave-striking resilience and an automatic CPR insert for the occasion. It looks dumb, but Branding isn't breathing down her neck today.
...or maybe in a I-really-need-to-pee way, it's not terribly clear.
They haven't spotted Lorica there yet.
"Hey, there. I kinda really need to talk to a higher-up."
...because of course no one would believe that anything less sophisticated and clunky than that would stand a chance against an Endbringer.
"You need to be supplied a gun to augment in some way or you're going to make one but need the field clear?"
Though there's a good idea for a future fight, using some actual Tinker tech to back it up so it looks even more plausible that it could do some real damage.
Lorica patches in to the comms. Presently:
"You'll have your space."
Now they'll just have to figure out a way to make it theatrical enough that lots of people expect it to work. Glam's not too worried about this part, though, they're good at theatrical.
"Keeping Leviathan still is another matter. He's a speedster."
"Yeah, I know," they sigh. "But maybe just make it be in the gun's way once it's ready charging? Or push it through the beam while it's going on, or something like that."
"Armsmaster's working on something that might or might not do that, he hasn't told me much, but I don't think it's ready. And one does not push an Endbringer. If we get you high ground can't you just aim?"
They make a show of thinking about it. "...maybe. I'll try." Pause. "Actually... yes, I know how to do it. High ground is good."
And then people can see it being built from lots of places if they look, even better.
"Got an option in Las Playas and one in Costa Azul and one in Las Brisas, it'll depend on what he's already wrecked when we're there and where you'll be able to best get a clean shot."
"Thanks. Pay me back by putting a big hole in the bastard."
They return to their assigned seat, not humming happily to themself (someone'd punch them if they did that, probably), but with a smile(y) on their face.
It's a fast plane. Leviathan is already there, but he hasn't been for very long.
"This way!" Lorica says, waving Glam towards a tall flat-topped building on the peninsula. Largely undamaged, with a good view of most of the bay.