The pharmacy district had been picked over enough times now that Vanya had started ranging further from the building than she liked, the storm-rated speedboat cutting a clean path through flooded streets that grew less familiar with every trip.
They finished the run without incident, most of the haul vanishing quietly into Vanya's space, a small, deliberate handful of visible supplies loaded into the boat's storage compartment for appearance's sake — a habit Vanya had settled into weeks ago, some old instinct against advertising exactly how much easier her ability made everything.
By the time they finished, the storm had eased into a lighter drizzle, and the return trip passed quickly, the building's sixth-floor entrance coming into view faster than expected.
They weren't the only ones approaching the dock.
