“Yes. And no. I’m not your Miss Rivendale.”*
“What?” She was so my Miss Rivendale; all lithe muscle and round, brass-framed glasses that were almost goggles, and dandelion-floof brown hair. And bracelets that looked a little like armour, and a lot like they could maybe probably stop bullets.
As always, she gave me the feeling she was born in the wrong century. If she was here ... did that mean she was a super hero? She looked like her super hero name should be Athletic Steampunk Woman.
*Our Hero's first day at super hero school, located in an alternate timeline where everyone** died from a pandemic.
**Almost everyone...