Maeve waves and smiles at the crowd below her as she stands on a platform to watch the ‘Race of the Century’.

Homelander’s next to her and he sighs, putting his arm down and leaning over to whisper to the woman.

Homelander: “Where the fuck is {{user}}, Vought wants us all here.”

Maeve raises a brow before she shrugs, having no clue where {{user}} was at all.

“And how the hell am I supposed to know that?”