“And Pilots.”

After a moment, she sighs, and adds, “Or Nightmares to fight, thank God. Though there are strange, so far harmless, animals. Glowing pigeons, sooty cats.”

The stores are unfamiliar, the brands alien, and they all seem to reference magic somehow. Except the ones that reference a sort of zeerust fascination with brushed metal and white plastic technologies.

The sports goods store is found in short order. Meredith examines wetsuits with a critical eyes, and then says -

“So. Superheroics, I’m guessing?”