Looking over everything laid out, Nora frowned. 2 water bottles, a jacket, a phone (an old flip-style), several bags of beef jerky, and a knife. She never really carried a purse, and with her new wings, a backpack wasn't going to work. If it weren't for the food, she would have just put everything in her pockets, but the salad from the other day gave her a good reason to be picky with what she ate. Her ears perked as the door opened, and a messenger bag was thrown onto the bed.

"Figured this might be easier for you to use."

Bradly never ceased to amaze her. It was almost like he could read her mind. When Frank had called to ask if she could go explore the city, he began reading out a whole list of things she could go see. He even reminded them that it would probably be to late to go that day. Add on top of that the fact that when he got back to the hotel, he had the solution to her current problem already in hand, she had to wonder.

"I just hope things go better tomorrow. I'm getting sick and tired of being told I'm defending 'monsters'."

"Are they wrong? I mean, I'm not human, right?"

Bradly sighed and put his head in his hands. "No, but if I don't convince them otherwise, there's no way they'll let you stay."

"Let me stay? Like, they'll deport me?"

"No?" His confusion hung in the air. "This is the UN we're talking about."

"Oh." The weight of the situation came to rest on Nora's mind again. Before, it felt like the world didn't care what happened to her. Bullied on the playground, the teachers didn't care. Ganged up on while playing sports, coach didn't stop them. Fired for... for nothing, why would the boss do anything about it. Hell, when she was robbed last summer, the cops acted like it was her fault. But now people payed attention to her, and she found herself wanting to go back to being nobody. To being able to walk outside. She didn't like it, but the protection made sense now. As strong as she was, there was no way she would survive if something happened. Not without others getting hurt.

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"Get some rest. Hopefully having you out and about will show them that your just a normal person."

Bradly left the room. Nora began packing her things. Once she finished, she curled up in the large recliner chair, careful to avoid hurting her tail again, and looked over the list of things they would try and do tomorrow.

Battery Park in the morning, in an attempt to judge how the public would react. 9/11 memorial after that. Nora insisted on that one. Then Liberty Island. They wouldn't be able to go inside, but it was enough to be able to go see it. Lunch would back at the hotel. They had debated if Central Park Zoo would be OK, but he eventually relented. Muttering something about wanting to keep her out of there. A brief stop at Radio City Music Hall (she really wanted to know what the big deal was), and, assuming everything up to then went well, they'd go see the Fringe Fest.

It was a packed schedule, filled with a ton of travel. And she wouldn't be allowed to travel by herself. She sighed, stood up, and headed to bed. Hopefully tomorrow would go well.