She sheds the last layer too - the coat and the hat, and feels the loss like loss of armour. A little bit.

"And what line would that have been?"

Back in the aftermath, with the press running a million stories on the legendary heroes, with the story of Mako Mori, now grown up and capable, she'd read at least a dozen different takes on who she was, how she was perceived.

"I know that they wrote about me as if I didn't have desires of my own beyond vengeance, but I'm alive. I have needs, and desires, and I - I want." She presses her lips together for a moment, and steels her voice. "You could have asked."