Yeah, Sam was getting just a little tired of the surprises and hero-murders for one night. She moved back out of the park, sticking to the shade to keep from being seen and hoping Edgelord the Edgehog couldn't pull some weird shadow-based spidey sense. When she felt she was a good enough distance away, she pressed her finger to the button on the comm.
"Hard to believe this is coming out of my mouth, but I agree with Flash and the white mage. See you guys back at the safe house or whatever," she cast a look behind her as she headed down the sidewalk.
"And Delphi, make sure you have protection before speed freak over there lets you ride him."She made her way through the city streets, discarding her mask down a sewer drain somewhere between the park and her destination. She took unnecessary turns and waded through the most crowded streets, a precaution to prevent from being followed, before coming out in her own familiar, shady neighborhood.
She opened the door to a shop with "PAWN" hanging above the entrance in large neon letters. A small sign in the window read "Bernini and Sesshū Consultation Services, Second Floor", her own small advertisement to prospective clients. A man sitting behind a counter with a steel cage separating him from customers grunted in acknowledgement of her presence, the grand extent of their usual interaction. He pressed a button under his counter to unlock a door in the back which boasted the same sign as the window. Samantha ascended the staircase waiting through it, then went through a second door at the top.
The second floor was split in two; the door she had come from led into her business space, a small office with a single chair and an uncluttered desk. A locked room to the left led into her living space, which also served as her hiding spot when controlling the constructs who interacted with her clients. She went through this door now, revealing a cramped space with a tiny kitchen and bathroom just off the combined living room, bedroom, and whatever-else-she-needed-it-for room. Not the most extravagant place she could afford, perhaps, but it discouraged prying eyes.
It was also right across the street from her favorite adviser. Should she have informed Delphi that she'd been living right across from her place of business all this time? Yes. Was it creepy that she took advantage of the position of her living room window to spy on the psychic's front door? Maybe. She justified it to herself with the knowledge that she'd been living there since before she ever met the seer, and being so close meant she could just swoop in to save the day if anyone ever showed up who had a beef with Nora. Also it was kind of funny to throw pebbles at Nora's shopfront when she went to open the door and watch her jump.
Samantha moved to the kitchen, grabbing herself a big bag of funyuns and a bottle of orange soda before settling down on her futon to play the new Digimon game and wait for the others to get to their little hiding place.