One second Lorica is being swallowed by the sewer cape, the lion mouth opening far too wide, and the next she's being vomited out. A flood of stomach acid and chunky flesh is expelled with her, as well as what might be naked bodies.
"Well, the Undersides don't have nearly as much to fill out as the Wards did. I'm not saying I miss all the bureaucracy but I do wish we kept better track of things than our current set-up of 'ask Tattletale, she'll probably know where the money is'."
"I'm going to need to be paid in advance with a clawback-proof contract, by the way."
"We own a sizable chunk of Brockton Bay and now Montreal - if you insist I think we could sell enough of it to raise the money outright."
"Well, it'll trade off against speed of delivery on the train because I'd need to program Rete to be a landlord."
"Delightful. Though I just contemplated things to buy with my billions of dollars and thought 'skyscraper' so maybe I do just directly want a skyscraper if you have a nice one."
"One skyscraper. One tastefully architected conveniently located skyscraper."
"No, it was just a real estate investment - he owned a decent chunk of the downtown."
"Very reasonable. I do feel like my place would need some redecorating to be a proper lair but the Undersider's lair was basically a college dorm up until a year ago so what do I know."
"I've never been to college so all my information is people's photos of the more photogenic aspects."