She's traveled far and wide over the past decade, through most of the states and occasionally out into the world beyond, up and down and once she took a vacation and lost herself somewhere in Southeast Asia for almost four months, out of all contact. That had been after her first brief stint with capture. She'd needed the space.

But The City always calls her back again (and that's how she thinks of it in her head, always - The City, all capitals and stark sternness, architect of her character as it shaped her over the years, dark alleys and bright skyscrapers and all the lies she's ever told in it). She thinks they all come back, in the end, even the ones who proclaim themselves safe and well away. It's hard not to.

Mostly she comes here on business, these days. It's too dangerous to wander back for no reason. It's even more dangerous to stay here, as she's done for a fair part of the past six months, but there were things that had to be done, that still have to be done. Most of her time is spent working, hidden away in either her own base or with someone else in theirs, a mix of trying to crack through security from afar and going out on missions to crack through it in person. Right now information is what's needed, and she'll find it if she can.

Some of those bases aren't particularly easy to get into, but her own - Max remains as easily accessible as she can to other resistance fighters, trying to help maintain connections. It puts her more at risk for discovery, but someone has to be easy to find for those who don't know how to find the others yet. And if you start looking for the revolutionary who goes by Nyx, she'll find you.

There's other places she can be found. Sometimes at night, she goes out and does a little vigilante work. No costume, nothing that can be traced, just trying to repay a little of everything else she's done over the years. A few good deeds don't wash out the blood, but they make it easier to bear. She doesn't talk to people about that. It's better if they think she never has doubts, never wavers, never believes less than wholeheartedly that they are doing the right thing, using the right methods. Doubt is easier to communicate than belief. She won't let herself weaken anything.

There are groceries that need to be gotten, trips out of The City that have to be taken. Life can't happen entirely in closed dark places with passwords and locked doors, however safer that feels. People must be met.

Time marches on. Life keeps moving. She just wishes she didn't feel like she was being left so behind.