The prison
Wearing her purple and black motorcycle riding suit and boots, the un-helmeted meta-human detective known as Nightshade, sedately stepped out of a nondescript van just outside the gates of the prison.
Slinging a matching black and purple backpack onto a shoulder, while the van quickly drove away, she walked to the gate and stood behind Flicker, apparently waiting patiently for entry.
OOC
From the moment she stepped out of the van, she's been looking and listening to everything around her, her sonar silently searching for the usual and unusual. I'll make any necessary hearing or sight perception rolls as needed.