[ Obviously all of these messages were meant to be audio, because at the moment Steph is changing clothes. Into her batsuit. Let the record show that her bra does not have any bats on it. Her underwear is all up in your faces. ]
[ Private to Elle ]
Hey! Howie sent me. Long story short, I'm on your side and our mission is to keep Sveta alive. And preferably everyone else, but that might be a touch difficult.
[ Private to Dally ]
Inmate of mine! Fallen down any stairs today? Just check in, if you don't mind. I think I'm a few good falls from a broken ankle.
[ Public ]
Okay, so I know it seems bad now, but look on the bright side! I don't think anybody's died. With all the people falling down stairs and burning themselves on the stove, we have yet to have a casualty that I know of.
[ Private to Friends ]
How many times do you think you can fall out of, off of, or over things before you break something? Just so I can keep count.
[ Steph and Gravity already had a long-standing rivalry. Bad luck just makes it comically bad. ]