Max felt the girl's weight shift as she began to relax in her arms. And felt a mixture of emotions wash over her. The first was the satisfaction that always found her after a save. She was a hero for a reason and tonight reminded her of that reason. The second was worry. Something was definitely wrong. There was a hint of alcohol on her breath, but not enough for the substance to be the cause. Maybe she had a concussion? That would need medical attention which Max was not yet trained for. Max really hoped it was nothing that would need medical attention.
The last emotion was... a bit complicated. She felt he heat rush to her face as she carried the girl towards her apartment. It had been a good while since Max had held anyone in any way. The contact was... good. Max gave a sharp shake of her head to clear her thoughts and nearly lost her footing. Good going, Max, she thought as she righted herself. The hood of her jacket was still up over her head which probably made the pair look odd in the city, but no one gave them a second glance. Ok a few second glances, but no thirds.. and it was likely because they were two women in skinny jeans. Weirdos.
Max realized very quickly that she was going to have difficulty actually getting into her apartment when she reached the front door of the complex. She thought about asking a stranger to enter the code into the door, but that took more faith in humanity than she had at the moment. Being hunted does that to a person. She also didn't want to set the girl down on the steps because picking her back up would be a pain. So she did the only other thing she could think of. She used her nose. It wasn't easy, but she got the code entered and the door buzzed unlocked. She pushed it open with her back and made her way up the stairs to the second floor and down the hall to room 2-13. This time, she did set down the girl so she could fish her keys out of her pocket. The hall was clean and carpeted unlike the concrete steps of the complex. Once the door was open, she lifted her again, trying her best not to groan at the weight. She wasn't all that heavy, she probably weighed about as much as Max did and she can just barely hold her own weight. The adrenaline from the fight was wearing off too.
She was glad she kept things pretty tidy or she'd have to set her down again to clean a little before setting her on the couch. Thankfully, it was just a trip to the couch. The apartment was mostly clean with few spots of clutter in places that had heavy traffic. Max had her own chair she spent most of her time in when she was home so the couch was hardly used. The door to her room was closed and the bathroom's was open. The kitchen was tidy. So nothing embarrassing. The walls were decorated in movie, music, and video game posters and other similar merchandise. The shelves were covered in books, DVDs, and PS4 games which now that she thought about it she'd probably have to sell in order to be able to pay Spectre. She'd have to start packing those up tomorrow. But for now... She went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. She filled it with filtered water from the fridge grabbed a blanket from the closest before she went back to the girl nearly passed out on the couch.
"Are you still with me? You don't have to talk, just nod if you can." She asked. "I have water for you here do you want it?" She held the glass towards her a bit so she'd be able to reach it. "Are you hurt? Have you been drinking? On drugs?" She paused after each question to give her time to respond if she could. She placed the blanket at the girl's feet. She hadn't taken her boots off or anything, not wanting to spook her. "There's a blanket here too if it'll make you more comfortable. I know it would definitely help me." She gave her a soft smile. For a split second, she wondered if she had made a huge mistake in bringing a stranger into her home, but she couldn't leave her there. Not like this.
She turned her head and sighed. "Who needs heroes, right?" She muttered to herself.