Two things popped into her head when she heard the news about the letter the mayor had released. The first was that she was grateful she could levitate because there was no way she was going to stop being Blue Bolt because a couple cops and a man from his gilded mansion said to. The second was that Thalia's dad really sucked.
It was ironic that the second one was what she chose to act on first. Of course she heard about the rise of anti-vigilante and anti-super human sentiments, but there was little she could do about that. Politics was always beyond her and she figured that if she continued to do good, then maybe she could change their minds. She would have to be a little more careful about injuries, but other than that, she didn't know what else to do. She was an engineer, not a politician. No, out of the two, the only thing she could have some semblance of influence over would be her friend.
A part of her wasn't sure why she was choosing to reach out to Thalia, only that she figured it was the thing most friends were supposed to do when something bad happens. Either way, a text and an agreement for lunch later and she was waiting for her at a little diner not far from the hospital. Lyra sat in a booth twiddling her thumbs as she tried to plan out what she was going to say and how she was going to bring up the topic. Asking outright might be too rude and a normal "Everything okay?" wouldn't really cut the surface would it? As she was having her own mental breakdown, she spotted the familiar blond walk into the door. She waved at her and ushered her toward the table. "Hi! How've you been?"
