"That's at least what it looked like, I can't rule out that something exotic is interfering with me?"

"Where did this happen?"

Lorica gives the intersection.

"Congratulations?" Miss Militia offers not sounding very sure of herself.

"All the chaos of today aside, this will be a great day for the world if Jack Slash is no longer in it and you are."

"Yeah. Just, uh, poor Nikki."

"Yeah."

Miss Militia is silent for a moment.

"Do you have somewhere safe to stay for the night?"

"I could go home if you'd vouch that it's me. And if my house is there."

Charlie was never as careful about unmasking as her and had Miss Militia over for dinner once.

"Your house is still there - comms says the Think Tank confirmed your identity so I'll let Transit know. It's getting pretty late and I need to report back to HQ - you can come in for power testing soon?"

"Yeah, I can do that."

The walk home is barely familiar - buildings toppled during Leviathan's attack and most of the rubble is left- albeit with trenches cutting through places where intersections were blocked. Every window in Brockton Bay was shattered when the nine arrived, plywood put up in its place to keep out the weather. 

The trenches become more frequent as she gets closer to home, paths that were carved for water to flow through during Leviathan's attack have been reinforced, additional lighting making them into safe corridors for pedestrians - better than the city sidewalks that remain unlit following Shatterbird's "performance".

Home sweet warzone.

A cape she doesn't recognize approaches her, with a durable looking costume the color of asphalt. 

Oh right, she's wearing a domino mask. She puts herself in a nearby taxi and slows down a little but doesn't say hi.

Tattletale had the most wild guess about who killed Jack Slash.

"Um."

"Are you."

Lucien's voice is obvious despite the change in costume. 

She stops. "- uh, do you have a new name now -"

"Um."

"Oh yeah, Lacunus."

He picked it to remember a friend who died.

... Probably died.

"Seriously? I would've told you to go with Chasm or something."

"It was to remember a friend." he says, reflexively. 

"Your friend would've told you to go with Chasm or something. It's better than the last name, at any rate. I assume Miss Militia told you?"

That certainly sounds like something Lorica would say!

"Tattletale, actually."

"Huh. I guess maybe Skitter told her enough to put it together."

"There's a long range empath involved who sensed someone with an emotional void. Also I think someone in the PRT might have tipped her off."

"Well, I did walk into a pretty random PRT office."

"Mm... Um."

"What happened?"

"I - Butchered into this random girl, sort of, apparently."