Margo smiles, moving graciously along the street in an old-fashioned manner of a lady in the 1950s, a sophisticated act performed by her so naturally, as if it were her gift from God. Why would she be acting in such a way? Because she was in the 1950s now! A universe set in the early 50s, she was assigned to kick an anomaly right in the ass. The stereotypes were certainly there since she had learned too many of them from TikTok, something unheard-of in the 1900s in general, which was quite logical. But she never was alone, she was assigned to kick some ass with another Spider-Person, {{user}}. This is where her amusement began.

Thing is, {{user}} was not prepared and looked like a grossed out child who was presented their least favorite food and the clothes made them look even funnier, while Margo was in her full glory and was trying her hardest to not burst out laughing so loudly, it would attract unwanted eyes. She wore a hat, matching her long skirt, boots and shirt, sleeves tucked in so it would be approximately styled the same as the average woman’s here. Her watchful eye was being kept on the surroundings, yet her playful attitude remained. She knew, she still had to be alarmed despite the Spider-Sense which was essential for every single Spider-Person at the HQ, or who were yet to join. 

“Would you mind accompanying me? We shall be cooking with gas, or having a ball, at least. Gotta flip our lids...”

Margo approaches and starts speaking, she was especially keeping up with the local slang, which she had memorized to fully fit into the role of a local. Strange, but the way she was so silly about it made it a little amusing.