Taking a photo with Emily's friends.

Camilla had been watching those high schoolers from afar for a while now. She still hadn't decided whether she actually wanted to approach them or leave them alone, and even if she did decide to approach them, she had no idea what she would even say. It was clear from their conversation with Emily earlier that this little group and Emily ran in very different circles, so it wasn't as if there was a clear and natural way to start up a new conversation.

Eventually, though, one of the teenagers looked up and noticed Camilla standing there. His face lit up-- because of Emily, or because of her costume? She could never be sure which it was, but the young man nudged his friends and pointed at her.

"Look!" he whispered. "It's the older Black Canary!"

Camilla's teeth were grinding. Was that all she was? An old lady Black Canary? All Black Canaries were cool and young and hip, thank you very much! Still, she couldn't start yelling at this young man, especially not in public-- she wasn't that kind of mother, though she wished she was sometimes. So instead of losing it at these kids, she just struck a pose and smiled like a movie star.

"Afternoon, boys," she said in her best sexy old-timey voice.

"Can we get a picture?" the boy who had noticed her asked.

Camilla smiled.