Sabah eyed the younger girl carefully as she approached. Once again, they were meeting after a show, although this time the other girl, Aisha, was dressed in smart casual clothes, looking every bit the young professional. If Sabah hadn't known better, she wouldn't believe it was the same girl.
"Good afternoon," the other girl said. "Sorry for the fancy get-up," she continued, gesturing at her attire. "I'm practicing my costume and brain-hacking."
Sabah blinked, and was thankful her mask obscured her facial expressions. "Brain-hacking?"
"Yeah," Aisha said firmly. "Dr. Weaver taught me about it, how people's brains are hard-wired to make snap decisions about people and if you costume right you can use that for stuff. I got the clothes down, and am pretty good at the makeup, but I still have trouble looking like a twenties secretary or something instead of a high schooler putting on airs."
Ok, not exactly what Sabah would have expected Dr. Weaver to be teaching, and certainly not how she would describe it, but sure. If nothing else, this could give her insight more into how the mysterious and terrifying woman operated. "Is there a particular reason you're doing this here, today?"
"Eh," Aisha said, "Dr. Weaver and my brother both agree it's best to practice things when it's hard, not when it's easy, and the Enforcers here are like, super strict toward teens, and girls, and tan folks, so I've got like three extra difficulty stars."
Note: Oh, Sabah, you though the not-cape one would be normal?