So done with this. Roof? No.

Slightly secure shelter and bracing herself again.

The wave comes.

And comes.

And continues coming.

It's strong and steady and inexorable and starts eating away at shelter. It carries cars and furniture and pieces of buildings and bodies. It doesn't stop.

Then eventually Vertigo's armored suit is torn free. She protects the remaining limbs as best she can and braces her head.

The tsunami goes on and on and on and on and on—

Vertigo experiences vertigo. The suit starts filling up with water again.

Tumbling head over heels over head over heels—she hits something—and she continues being carried by the current and now she's completely submerged and the wave passes but which way is up—

It's filling and filling and the suit was supposed to be safe she takes a deep breath and - wait, she's being stupid, she has compressed air as a power source. She opens a valve. It breaks open in her hand instead, letting stored air surge out. Her ears pop painfully and her head swims again at the noise and force. But the water stops - or at least slows.

Deep breaths. She's dizzy, overwhelmed, senses muddled.

She drops the broken valve and watches how it falls and swims the other way.

She eventually reaches the surface. She must've travelled a ways, because she's in an unfamiliar part of Acapulco, and the fight isn't visible from there.

—wait, now it is, there's the silhouette and the lights of the various capes fighting. She can swim away from that.

Why did she do this again???

Heroism, right, right. 

Sigh.

Walking away from the fight. A bit slower than before, but still better than leaving the suit.

The trek is long. And hard. And arduous. There is a generalized lack of shelter and structures to protect her from the collateral damage, but it turns out that she's gotten to a path where the tsunami are mostly broken down into smaller waves by the time they reach her.

She can see the place where she arrived in the distance after a while.

Even badly damaged, this suit was built by a tinker whose specialty seems to be movement.

She gets there eventually.

One of the people that was in her "team" spots her and goes over to her. "You! You're alive. What happened to Viewport?"

"...The thinker-flyer? Same thing that happened to my rig. Leviathan dashes and before I could track him again we were both hit by half a lake."

"I had armor. She didn't. Wherza hospital? I' not feeling too good."

Said rig is clearly very, very beat up.

The person nods—a tad shakier than they want to let on—and points.

"I mean... Yeah. Sorry. I think we helped, working together. I looked and pointed, she radioed, a lot of others dogpiled. I saw her after. It was... Medevac wouldn't have helped." Change topic, change topic, "I lost the scanner then so I just left. Ashes to ashes, scrap to scrap." That was terrible stop talking. And don't cry what are you doing. Must be the head injury. She takes a hitched breath. "Uh. Sorrybye."

Vertigo ambles hospitalwards, trying to act low-key despite her incredibly obvious machinery.

The hospital is a makeshift one, various beds and too few medical professionals for the volume of injured people. The most critically injured are being transported in batches to a proper care facility. If she can walk, she probably doesn't qualify.

She probably can't walk outside of her gear. Electricity did something nasty to her leg. But other than that her injuries are just bumps and bruises and contusions and a possible concussion, can she at least park her thing and get a bed to collapse in?

Oh she'll get medical attention don't worry about that she just won't get a proper hospital.

Painkillers would be nice. There is probably nothing she could disassemble to calm her nerves around. At least her mask survived (mostly).

They can provide makeshift masks if she prefers them. Lots of other injured people are wearing those because their masks got too damaged or were not comfortable.

"Yes please. I can take mine apart. I got to tinker at something. Even if it's not much."

She can get a nondescript mask.

And she takes apart and puts back together slightly different her own mask while recovering, to distract herself from the shock and horror of it all.

Other patients are busily taken care of, but soon enough they're checking her up. What-all is wrong with her, when they do examine her?

Cuts and bruises all over, which have all been exposed to filthy water. Exhaustion. A quickly swelling up lump on her head. An electrical burn up her right leg. Possible concussion, or maybe that's just tinker fugue.