Good morning...

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Selina isn't normally a morning person but she convinces herself that it doesn't count as morning if she's stayed up the entire night before. Morning is whenever you wake up. Or something like that. In any case, the sun is still fairly new risen as she stills the purring engine of her car.

It doesn't occur to her that Diana might have company until she's mostly into the apartment anyway. Ehn. She can always leave just as quickly as she's come in if she needs. The security here isn't bad. In fact, she's generally impressed by it, as most apartment buildings aren't very secure. It makes her wonder how much Diana is paying because actual security like that doesn't come cheaply. Still, she could use better locks on her door. Of course, no matter how good the locks are, the real issue is typically the door frame giving away...

Pulling herself from her thoughts, she closes the door on the inside, re-locking it and looking around the place. From time to time it does occur to Selina that she shouldn't be so cavalier with other people's places as she wouldn't want people to just get into her place like she does their's but... Well... if she can get inside...

Shrugging, as she listens for movement, Selina looks around the apartment, examining spines of books for titles and walls for pictures.

Snow Patrol

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Well, it's less like snow, and more like ice pellets. Hard little pieces of h20 scattering across the roadways and rooftops like uncooked rice.

It's already damp in Blüdhaven. The cold just makes it worse.

And of course, with the bone chilling cold that eats to the marrow, he's on a stakeout of a suspected meth lab, waiting for the head honcho to show. At least he's got some hot coffee in a thermos. Christmas has come and gone, but crime doesn't take a vacation.

No snow. Dammit.

No snow. This winter officially -sucks-.

Part of him hopes he doesn't freeze to the roof like that kid in A Christmas Story.