Helena's been working for with Barbara Gordon long enough to have done away with any particularly stupid habits when it comes to people with disabilities- like Foggy, she doesn't give off any waves of pity or that weird discomfort some able-bodied people never seem to get over. Mostly since Babs would probably kick her ass three ways to Sunday if she started treating her like glass. That woman is just plain dangerous with a couple escrima sticks in her hands.
She take a moment of silence for Grace, but doesn't pray aloud. She's not the sort that likes to be... showy about her faith. Especially since she eschews a lot of the Church's dogma, particularly in regards to sex & sexuality. And, well, pacifism, obviously.
"Taste pollution. That's a good way to phrase it. I like that," she agrees, thoughtfully. "And it's worth fighting the caterers and restaurant chefs at the farmer's market to avoid it. And they can be pretty vicious."
One of the things Matt's fond of about Helena is that she'd never once treated him like he had a disability. It hadn't just been because he was Daredevil (and God only knew how Oracle had linked Matt Murdock to Daredevil). He'd assumed that she must have had someone close to her who was in a situation similar to his. Family or friend. Maybe one of these days he'll put all the pieces together and understand the whole picture, but it hasn't hit him yet.
He picks up some of the pasta on his fork, sweeping it through some of the sauce. "Go at sun up," he suggests, lifting the bite up to his mouth. He nods and utters a pleased hum to let her know he approves of the flavor. "Not many people like to go that early and you'll have the best selection to pick from."
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oh god poor Father Lantom if she's going to the same parish for confession
Date: 2016-04-01 04:50 am (UTC)forwith Barbara Gordon long enough to have done away with any particularly stupid habits when it comes to people with disabilities- like Foggy, she doesn't give off any waves of pity or that weird discomfort some able-bodied people never seem to get over. Mostly since Babs would probably kick her ass three ways to Sunday if she started treating her like glass. That woman is just plain dangerous with a couple escrima sticks in her hands.She take a moment of silence for Grace, but doesn't pray aloud. She's not the sort that likes to be... showy about her faith. Especially since she eschews a lot of the Church's dogma, particularly in regards to sex & sexuality. And, well, pacifism, obviously.
"Taste pollution. That's a good way to phrase it. I like that," she agrees, thoughtfully. "And it's worth fighting the caterers and restaurant chefs at the farmer's market to avoid it. And they can be pretty vicious."
Father Lantom gets the best ultra violent super hero stories, doesn't he?
Date: 2016-04-02 04:32 am (UTC)He picks up some of the pasta on his fork, sweeping it through some of the sauce. "Go at sun up," he suggests, lifting the bite up to his mouth. He nods and utters a pleased hum to let her know he approves of the flavor. "Not many people like to go that early and you'll have the best selection to pick from."