With Armsmaster's death, Miss Militia is promoted to team captain. Even with the losses, however, the Protectorate ENE doesn't get new capes—all teams got hit hard by the last Endbringer attack, and even though it was by all accounts a major victory, it did not cause capes to start lining up to join.
Days pass, and winter hits Brockton Bay. It's pretty mild, as winters go, but it's enough to drastically reduce criminal activity. The heroes have an altercation with white supremacists the following week, but nothing much comes of it, as cape muscle seems to prefer to remain comfortable inside. Capes nationwide are somewhat subdued, perhaps as the aftermath of the victory against Behemoth. Nothing much seems to change, however—the Simurgh continues to fly around in her unpredictable pattern, Leviathan continues to be impossible to locate, lurking in the depths of the ocean. The public gets hopelessly contradictory information about what really happened during the fight from unofficial sources, secretly fed from official ones to make sure people don't jump to the right conclusions, and the topic loses its momentum.
And all of this completely fails to distract Sadde, who seems to not be getting better from the post-battle funk. Or, at least, not straightforwardly better. The depression and fatalism turn—maybe not completely, but at least a bit—into unease and anxiety, or perhaps stir craziness. It is, after all, true that, other than for class, Sadde doesn't really leave HQ a whole lot, not since they reached the comfortable position of being able to patrol from the comfort of the console—of, in fact, being more effective when doing that, for the average uneventful patrol.
Fatalism, depression, anxiety, and unease, all combined into a Sadde-shaped ball, are currently floating upside down in Lorica's workshop, failing to read a book while she fugues.
"Yup! And this is actually only the second time I come here." The first having been when he became a Ward and started getting enough of an allowance to be able to really eat out.
"Don't eat out much or you've got lots of restaurants around you like?"
"You seem so adventurous, what has you staying at home all the time?"
"Well, not at home, there's school, and homework, and work, and then I do like spending some time at home reading or being a cape geek." And presently someone arrives to find them a table. "Table for two, please."
They get a table. And a candle. "Oh, you've got a job while you're still in school. What do you do?"
"I'm a waiter! At another restaurant. Not a very glamorous job." Heh. Glamorous.
He gives her the name of a restaurant a ways north of Arcadia owned by the Protectorate used as cover for just this kind of situation.
"Now in spite of promising mothers across the nation to eat salad now, I think I'm gonna go with pasta anyway."
"You can do both, looks like the entrées come with a side salad."
"Hmm, I don't know, Italian feels like it calls for wine but it's lunchtime..."
"I'm not actually old enough to drink," he admits.
"Oh, of course - sorry - my fault, I knew you were in school."
"No, it's alright. But you can order wine for yourself? I won't tell if you won't."