Raven surfs social media in search of reactions to the latest major monster incident, a hydra attack on the highway in Austin that was dismissed by the Mist as a hundred-car pileup caused by a drunk driver. Anyone who can successfully perceive the Hydra is a person of interest, as a sufficiently clear-sighted mortal to help her squad navigate the Labyrinth.
"IDK, then again, you guys have bullshit demigod magic, I'm not so lucky, maybe I'll be tragically forced to choose between being the fertility goddess of my dreams and being effective in combat."
"You might have to make some slight compromises for a time as technology marches on, but if you have to choose one or the other we've failed as a nation."
"You are the only nation that deserves to exist and also you specifically are the only doctor that deserves to exist."
"Hey, am not! The only battlefield medic, I'd take, but I couldn't do my thing without research scientists backing me up, not to mention the Minister for Health and Environment."
"And they're like, fine with people using their fancy medical technology to be weird perverts?"
"This whole time I've been thinking 'there's no way there are that many feminists who aren't bitter miserable fun-haters', but now that I think about it, you guys must be why it seems that way. All the cool feminists join you and don't have much need to do external activism."