It shouldn’t be this drafty inside a museum was her first clear awareness.
Meteor Maid opened her eyes. She was outside, on a hard surface that sloped a bit.... After a moment, she recognized it as the roof of the museum, not far from the skylight where she’d entered.
Something must have made her drop me and run for it. She made a mental note to see if other local supers or her police contacts knew anything about that, and began vibrating herself free of her bonds. The memory plastic kept re-tightening itself every time she loosened it, but each time it did so a bit more slowly and less effectively. After fifteen seconds or so, she was able to shuck off the ropes.
She picked herself up and sighed. Molecula was long gone. All she could do now is go home, send out a few inquiries, and get some sleep. Better luck next time.
Somehow, Meteor Maid just knew that the outcome would be different when they met again. She looked forward to it.