"Will do."

If that's all they will go around the stupidly placed portal and head home to explain to their parents.

Lorica asked for a place to put Echidna! And Tattletale provided one! As quickly as possible! Sure she could move it but that would require Faultline's cooperation to make the new one and that would cost even more money. 

While Tattletale figures out further portal logistics Skitter heads off to finish relocating personnel to a new base, since Tagg broke the last one.

It's a lot for their parents to adjust to, even after the whole, dying, coming back in somebody else's body, thing.

There's not really room for all six of them in the house. They put on six different outfits - that's most of their clothes, Lorica has always been pretty on top of doing laundry once a week - and pack the rest of their stuff.

Tinker Lorica assigns herself the nickname "Sarcina" and liberates Rete and assigns it to bring all their tech to the house she has it rent with some of the remaining Jack Slash money. It also sends the PRT a courtesy email about this since they're So Concerned about Unmaintained Tinker Tech.

Anchor-power Lorica names herself Castra and, as the least squishy and least clumsy member of the group so far as they currently know, heads out - pity she left her motorcycle, she'll pick that up on the way back - to return the blankets and shirts to the lady who lent them.

"Oh, hey, naked copy girl. Didn't expect to see you again."

"I just came to bring back your stuff, we got home and raided our own closet."

Must be a big closet.

"I hope whatever you were doing went well?"

"Well, so far I've still only died the same number of times as I had yesterday, so I think we'll be all right."

Is it impolite to ask someone how many times they've died.

Fuck it, she's curious.

"How many times is that?"

"Just once. Turned out to have a power that reincarnated me, it was weird."

"Same power that led to there being two of you last night?"

"Uh, not unrelated but not the same - how much of this story do you actually want."

"All of it, I think."

"Do you know who Lorica is?"

"Tinker, died fighting Leviathan, not sure if I know anything else about them off the top of my head."

"Yeah, well, I turned out to have a power that reincarnated me. I think it is related to why my copies are not evil, but it was a different cape that made the copies."

"So you're immortal and there are two of you now? Oh, copies plural - three of you?"

"You didn't actually see me with the rest, since I was the one copied from and was at the time still incapacitated."

"Oh, so we haven't met more."

"I  honestly have a bunch more questions if you'd like to come inside and chat for longer? I have some cookies in the oven if that tempts you."

"My copies will make fun of me, but sure, why not, as long as you aren't secretly a cape hater planning to poison me."

"I don't hate capes and have no plans to poison any, much less one who sounds guaranteed to come back for revenge."

Her house is cozy if old, smelling of wood and freshly baking cookies. A staircase near the entrance leads to an upstairs presumably with bedrooms, and past that there's a kitchen with a small wooden table pressed against the wall. There are a few potted plants decorating the place, and a tall bookcase crammed into the kitchen filled with textbooks and a mix of historical and parahuman non-fiction. 

"Nice place." She has a backpack - it's what she carried the blankets and shirts in - and there's a little Rete drone in the bottom of the bag, presumably taking care of notifying her copies about what she's up to.

"Thanks - I've had a lot of time to stay in and reorganize things recently with how violent the city has been."