Glam can collect those!

And they can arrange a drop-off point! The cash with which to purchase the stuff will be there tonight and she'll come back for it in three days.

"It'll probably be most of a week to finish up once I have it all, but this is still a big step forward."

"Yeah, I hope it works out for you. ...why don't you want to buy it yourself, by the way?"

"People might think I'm a tinker and I really need to lay low on that front until I have stuff to actually fight. As the thing a couple days ago shows."

"Yeah, fair enough."

"Anything else you want to talk about? I'll leave my end of this on most evenings and listen, if something comes up. Should be okay to talk to each other for a month or two if you plug it in to charge and switch phase every so often."

"Not right now, I should be heading back home soon."

"Good luck with whatever you're up to, then. And goodbye."

Click. She packs up and leaves cash in that spot she mentioned and heads home.

No one harasses her on the way.

And she carefully makes pleasantries and avoids subjects with her parents.

It helps a lot that they think she's a goth, something that she'll grow out of in a year or two. Dark clothes designed for scavenging, she can see the misconception. Her father - tangled up in that mess as he is, he's still her dad - gave her drug safety tips, ugh.

She leaves the radio on for a few hours the next evening, in case Glam has something to say.

Radio silent.

But the next morning the news mentions a cape fight with a few unknown capes.

Troubling. Hard to research stuff like that as she is now.

...She goes to the drop point the next day geared up and with a new weapon that appears to be a long pole with a bulge at the end.

There's stuff there! All the stuff.

She's watching the place from a block or two away. Stabilized binoculars are useful. Paranoia is useful.

She tries the walkie-talkie again. "Hello, hello. Please respond if able."

"Hi! I'm able. Hello."

"Good! Good. Uh... I see the stuff. Just want to make sure there was no trouble and everything's legit. Maybe I'm being a little paranoid, but, yeah..."

"Yeah absolutely."

"So you don't think you were followed or seen or anybody has a reason to stake out this dump or anything?"

"Pretty sure I'd have noticed if that had happened, I think you're safe."

"Right! The money I left covered expenses just fine?"

"Yeah, there was some extra and I left it with the parts."

"Awesome."

"...What would you think about sparring this weekend? I've got to test out my gear somehow, and I'm not going to do that with a villain."

"Sure! Sounds fun."

"It's a plan. Talk to you on Friday." She starts making her way between rooftops towards the stash of stuff.

"See you then!"