...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.
...they decide that's good enough. "So, I have two questions. First, uh, do you know the status of the... guy?"
"...I really don't want luck to have anything to do with the fate of the people I engage with."
Sigh. "Naturally. Well, I was just going to ask him about... what I just asked you. And also was wondering if there was anything, like, official or social with respect to the other Wards and the heroes about my joining other than just signing a bunch of documents, or if I'll just meet them as I lurk." They don't mention Phyllis Constance Yates.
"Alright, cool. I met Echo once on patrol, and Dauntless and Lorica and Velocity when I started going out in costume, and saw Dauntless just now."
"Hmmm... any idea when Chevalier and Director Piggot will want to talk, and what about? And... any tips about talking to the Branding lady?" Better not mention that they already tried and it went catastrophically.
...well, maybe she didn't think of it? They certainly wouldn't have a problem differentiating merchandise for the different aisles, although they're not particularly sure what would be different—their costume is literally white with white on white made of white, and as far as they knew weapons or powers weren't exactly gendered.
Oh well.
They return to their room to kill time until Chevalier and Director Piggot want to talk to them. Or until lunch, whichever comes first.