Some might ask: after just tidying up a little, practically half-assing it, was the lady really satisfied?
But don't forget Beautiful Polly's personality setting. She was an English girl from the early nineteenth century. Everyone on Earth knew what London was like back then. Though it was no longer the sixteenth century, when filthy water could rain down from nearby buildings while you walked the streets, most people still liked dumping their chamber pots by the Thames River.
But chamber pots cost money too. Not everyone could afford to pay the people who drove carts through the streets every morning collecting night soil. So what did the poor do with the contents of their stomachs?
First of all, London of that era had no sewers. Second, think about why the profession of shoe-shiner first appeared in the United Kingdom.
Even the capital of a nation had hygiene like that, so Polly's personality naturally carried the traits of that era. As long as there was no visible excrement making it truly unsuitable for a lady to step forward, she could actually put up with plenty of unhygienic conditions.
An absolute germaphobe could not survive in those days. That was also why she had not minded reaching out to pull The Flash earlier. She looked petite, adorable, delicate, and every bit the wealthy young lady, but she had a remarkably high tolerance for shit, piss, and farts.
"Adjutant, deploy a time bubble. Set up the multidimensional projection system and play the playlist with 'Southern Rose Waltz.'"
Su Ming issued another string of orders. A tiny drone immediately flew in through the window, carrying out the orders on Adjutant's behalf.
Both technologies he had mentioned had been reverse-engineered from facilities at TVA headquarters. The former created a separate Pocket Dimension as a barrier