Evening in Gotham City

[sonia_alcana]

Sonia's apartment is in a state of disarray - not quite in full-fledged packing mode, but not quite settled, either. Everything is waiting to be scooped into boxes and sent somewhere far, far away from a place that reminds her of how much she screwed up

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[faceless_freak]

"Not talking to me, are you?"

In the living room, a window was left a bit open; the Question didn't take too much care in closing it. He didn't find that he was going to stay far too long.

Still. His fedora was off, but he still remained faceless, turned to look at Sonia.

It was a strange thing, having tutored all three of them, what Richard had taught him -- in his strange mind, they were his children. But he stopped guiding when he couldn't do it, and when they no longer needed him.

[sonia_alcana]

Really, she shouldn't be all that surprised to see him. Her sensei's always been a little... odd. It should throw her off this much to see him in her living room.

"Uh, no," Sonia replies. "Just thinking out loud."

And then she just sort of stands there awkwardly.

He must be visiting her for a reason. Right? He'll tell her why he's there.

[faceless_freak]

"Think not so little of yourself, then."

His arms folded, studying her.

"It's long since you stopped wearing that costume." For that, he was glad; using the symbol of a bat... he didn't like it. For many reasons. "I'm sorry for not having come sooner; things are... typically chaotic. Regardless... what is it you intend to do with your life now, Sonia?"

[sonia_alcana]

Sonia shrugs and looks away. Something about his faceless gaze was even more penetrating than that of someone with... well, eyes.

"I'm not sure yet," she says calmly. She gestures at the newspaper on the coffee table. "Thinking of moving. Out of Gotham."