It's not a very emergent emergency, just weird fog, maybe making people paranoid or something? so it wouldn't be that weird for somebody to be taking a walk and talking about video games, but it's not where she'd place her bets. She ducks behind a dumpster. Peels herself off the bench and pastes herself onto the car again.

The conversation continues:

“The source is a little unreliable,” replies the voice of Skitter

The man does not sound convinced, “Still, I would love to see how that comes about.”

“You won’t live to,”

A young girl's voice responds with complete confidence: “I’ll make sure he does,”

As the group turns the corner Lorica can recognize the man and girl, it's not very hard. Jack Slash and Bonesaw aren't easily to mistake for anyone else.

Ahahah holy fucking shit and her without her kit on. Will they find her? She doesn't care to bet! She throws the car at them at maximum velocity!

Jack Slash has a preternaturally talented ability to dodge sudden attacks by capes, some would say a superhuman ability to do so.

Apparently this does not apply to the van Lorica just threw directly into him, leaving a vaguely Jack shaped smear across the ground and the front of the van.

And now she isn't that van any more. She is that station wagon instead. And also still hiding. Maybe they will leave and regroup.

(Lorica spends a brief moment switching her anchor, during which time she feels oddly dented.)

For a moment, Bonesaw and Skitter both seem frozen.

Then Bonesaw screams, a high pitch sound cutting clean across the city. Skitter backs away just as the Siberian appears, seemingly out of thin air, to pick up and spirit Bonesaw away.

Oh good, that would have been worth dying... uh, again... and even worth killing the next Nikki Carter, but it's better not to have to. Hiding. Hiding hiding.

Skitter lifts up into the air, riding what appears to be a giant beetle. As she leaves what few bugs remain of her swarm eat away at any last scraps of Jack they can find.

Giant beetle. Cool ride. Since when does she have one of those, did she and Hellhound collaborate on - not the point. She's going to cut through this store with the broken windows to be Not Here Any More.

Half a hour later the miasma starts to clear.

Can she, like, read street signs now?

Yup!

Okay so where is she. How does she get anywhere familiar.

She's in an only mildly unfamiliar part of downtown as it turns out. It is about an hour walk to her house.

Nope, not her house, she's not going to show up at her house right now like this, she wants to go to the PRT.

The PRT office she is closest to is collapsed in on itself, abandoned. A laminated sign outside directs her to a temporary office a few blocks away. 

The temporary office is in a slightly less wrecked building, wooden paneling replacing the windows that were broken by Shatterbird's scream. 

That will do her. She will go in and see where she falls in the triage.

It'll take a bit, PRT staff and volunteers are largely busy taking down descriptions of people who went missing during the miasma.

Yeah, she's less urgent than all of that and is, relatively speaking, content to sit here.

The missing persons cases wind down and eventually the only person in-line ahead of Lorica is a woman trying to explain that all the medical aid in her neighborhood has been stolen by Skitter who keeps it at this address and can't the PRT go and get it back and give it to people like they are supposed to. The woman is informed that unless Skitter is keeping all the medical supplies for herself this is not actually a thing they are going to bother with. She can go to this clinic here if going to Skitter isn't okay but the wait lines are long and they'd really prefer she just get her medical supplies from the source nearest her home, whether or not that source is a supervillain. The woman leaves for the official clinic after a brief argument.

"Next?"

"Um, hello. My situation is very weird and I'm not sure where to start."

"Are you or others in imminent danger?"

"No, that's why I waited."

"If you can give me an overview I'll direct you to the relevant resource."

"The identification in my pocket belongs to someone I have never heard of and I am concerned I may have Butchered into her body, more or less. I believe I would have died in the Leviathan attack."