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[fishnetted]

[ The video clicks in and Dinah is sitting comfortably inside some building, munching a hotdog. ]

Someone please tell me there are cheeseburgers in this watery hellhole. Mr. Pinkerman, I think I at least found a temporal alternative.

[ You just give her a moment to finish devouring the hot dog. Once she’s done, she’s ready to get down to business. ]

Oooookay, so I got the You’ve Been Chosen! Tour, saw the sights, got myself soaked wet and found the dirtiest, smelliest and cheapest hot dog stall that has ever been put in a corner. Exsilium, huh?

[ She shrugs, her tone casual, but those who know her might notice the tension in her shoulders and the sharpness in her eyes. ]

Sure beats Apokolips any given day in my list of worlds to suddenly get zapped into. I mean, if you can work out the plumbing issue… [ She points at the rain that can be seen in the window behind her. ] It would be great, really.

Anyway, I’m not much into whining. Name’s Dinah, Dinah Lance, and if you’ve seen a trigger happy…uh, blonde, do let me know. Babs, Helena, Zinda, if you’re hearing this, I’m starving, so be the friends you’re supposed to be and get me something to eat.

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private video ; she most certainly does not

[crossbearing]

( Right. God, yeah. She doesn't need to say it, does she? )

You talk to her first. We can catch up later.

private video ; methinks the lady doth protest too much

[controlledvariable]

Thanks. [And a smile, even if it's a bit rueful now that she knows she's going to have to do this again.] I'll see you later.

private video ; methinks SHUT UP

[crossbearing]

At least she won't punch you.

( So that's a plus. Has Helena apologised for that yet? )

Later.