7706/A Brief Jaunt Home

A Brief Jaunt Home
Date of Scene:	05 September 2021
Location:	Level 1 - Medbay - The Roost
Synopsis:	Phoebe makes a stop to restock both her medical bag and her candy drawer. There is dissatisfaction, and the team meets Lonnie.
Cast of Characters:	Phoebe Beacon, Conner Kent, Tim Drake, Lonnie Machin, M'gann M'orzz, Bart Allen

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Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe had been gone for *weeks*, minus the brief interlude of the karaoke party. Right now, she was down in the med bay. Scout was with her today, snoozing on one of the gurneys as she refills her candy drawer and begins to check over medical supplies, the self-imposed inventory check one of the things that she doesn't mind doing for the team.

    Even if almost no one uses the medbay except for the occasional forray into her candy drawers. Chocolate and gummies most certainly count as mental health supplies. The lights are on in the medbay, and some melodic metal is playing in the room as she works.

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner has been showing up every weekend, but it is true he has not seen Phoebe much lately. She even left the karaoke party halfway, which was odd. She usually stays when the Outsiders are doing stuff. Even dumb stuff.

The Roost is mostly empty today, though, and Conner is bored. No movie night? Maybe everyone is still with karaoke hangover. One week later. There are sounds from the lower floor that don't seem to be someone training, though, so Conner finally descends to check it out.

Nothing to do with the candy drawers. Probably. He even knocks at the door.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "The doctor is in." Phoebe calls out cheerily, though she is lacking the normal aura that accompanies her. No mild healing, no tinglings, no feeligns of joy or uplifting hope -- just Phoebe, who smells vaguely like cigarettes and chlorine and some sort of lavender bodywash and clean laundry is within. She looks up from her inventory, and gives a smile to Conner.

    "Hey." she smiles at him. "Sorry I kinda... bolted. There was something going on at the Met. I had... the chance to do something." she states in a very shallow and vague explaination.

    Scout, meanwhile, lifts his head from where he was sleeping on the medical bed, and his old dog tail thumps against the bed happily to see Conner walking in.

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner stands by the door, looking at Phoebe with an amusing expression. "Yeah, you missed Laura, Gabby and Cass." Cass too, yes. "They were... uh, interesting." There is possibly a recording somewhere.

Conner slides to pet the old Dalmatian. He called with the tail. "You have been busy, right? I hear things. Did you solve your demon-ish stalker issue, at least?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Did I -- Cass? Like -- Cassandra? She did Karaoke?" Phoebe looks so sad at that moment "And I /missed/ it?"

    She frowns, and then goes digging into the candy drawer, picking up a peper sacl of not-quite-brightly-lit gummyworms. She offers the bag to Conner.

    "I'm afraid not." Phoebe states, and she sits in the little swirly chair at the desk.

    Scout obviously loves on Conner, and is only too happy to repay the man with affectionate licks and adoration.

    "It's the woman who pretended to be my biological mother. Laura confirmed it by scent." she states, and she grabs a gummy worm. Raspberry-apple. They're all some form of apple. All natural veggie pectin gummies.

    "How are things on this side? I haven't heard a lot coming out of here with the cyborgs we encountered a while back."

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner nods, that Cassandra. Not the blonde one. "She tried, it was amazing." He accepts the gummies and tries one. Apples are good. "Laura, hmm... her pick was unusual, pretty dark. Same with Gabby." He looks somewhat worried, they managed to disturb him.

Okay, business now? "Why is she harassing you now? That scam she did with the fat guy is over and the feds are looking for her, right? And is she now into demon-summoning or was it something else?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Yeah, the Feds, Gotham PD, if she ever stepped foot in Gotham the police would probably be all over it. BUt..." she trails off a moment, and she leans back.

    "Apparently it was part of a longer ploy maybe? Or she didn't realize she was actually related to me, and now wants to reconnect?" she asks, and she gives a soft laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. "I have no idea what's going on with that, and that's pretty terrifying." she admits. "She's... like, mad powerful, Conner. And for some reason she wants me... I don't know. Out of the way? But alive. Because she could have killed me in Montana." she draws her legs up, and sets her chin on her knees.

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner considers that for a few seconds. But he has no great ideas to offer, "maybe there is an inheritance involved? Too many people gets murderous about money." That looks like a mystery more suitable for Tim, though.

"As for N.O.W.H.E.R.E. well, we have solid leads now," he comments. "I have checked a couple of them and found nothing. But we have names and places, and I am pretty sure we are going to find one or more of their operations soon and hit them hard."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "What inheritance could I possibly have? I was abandoned at a liquor store." Phoebe points out, "And I'm almost eighteen And she already stole pretty much all of my trust fund from my dad's passing -- had to cash /that/ out to get a bike." she states with a moment of sourness, and then she turns back to Conner with a huff.

    "When you go to strike them, let me know. I will /be there/." she states. "Might have a couple tricks up my sleeve for them."

Conner Kent has posed:
"You don't really know..." points out Conner, but only weakly. His own parenthood issues mean he rather not to talk about the matter. Instead he nods about letting Phoebe know. "The teleporting guy we caught confirmed they kidnap young people to turn them into super-agents. We are all targets. Or were. No, still are. At least Laura and Rose are."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "... you're right. I'm sorry, Conner." Phoebe replies awkwardly, and rubs the back of her head. "Leaping to assumption on any sort of inheritance, real, implied, or imagined. I just..." she starts, and then just goes quiet.

    "But they're targeting people who are biologically tied to their powers, right? Laura and Gabby and Rose, you, all have biological markers for non-human or super-human status." she steeples her fingers a moment.

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner shakes his head. "They also went after normal humans, people like Tim or... Nadia. We don't know the reasons. Uh, someone mentioned there were few mutants targeted despite mutants being the bulk of the young super-humans out there. So, yeah... we still have more questions than answers."

The dark-haired young man takes a couple more gummies and munches slowly. "And I am a clone of Superman's son. I met my 'brother', you know? I don't fit the pattern either. I was created, not kidnapped."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "You're still biological and marked as 'non-human'." Phoebe points-out, and she chews thoughtfully on the gummy.

    "So they're targeting heroes then? Or would-be heroes? Destiny threads?" Phoebe questions, and she gives a soft sound of disatsifaction.

    "I honestly had no idea you had a brother."

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner hahs. "Me neither. Until I saw him. He looks pretty much as I did three years ago," he grumps. He had a better haircut and he was much bolder than Jon, but still. It was like looking into a mirror.

"Anyway, Superman already had told me time travel was likely," he sighs. "The 'other Superboy' is from like twenty years in the future. He is the son of Superman and his future wife. His name is Jon-El."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "More time travel?" Phoebe winces, and she reaches out, offering a hand to Conner.

    "Let's hear it for weird family?" she offers as a joke, "At least we're not at Bart's level yet?"

Conner Kent has posed:
"Well, Bart has a good family," replies Conner, taking Phoebe's hand. "Actually, I do too. Now. Superman was very... nice, in a weird dork-y way. And so where the others." But his family used to be Tim, Bart, Cassie and the others. But this is blood. Kryptonians and iconic heroes. "It is weird, hard to get used to it, you know?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe gives a small smile, and gives Conner's hand a squeeze. "He seems like he'd be nice. I've never had the chance to meet him. My big iconic hero? Wonder Woman." she states with a small smile.

    "And she's a very busy lady."

    So she leans back, and gives a small shrug. "Just remember... you can choose your family regardless of the blood. That's what I'm doing."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe and Conner are holding hands in the Medbay. Looks like they just finished up a conversation. Phoebe is wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt that is announcing a 1995 punk festival in London under a sweater, and Scout is happily sitting on one of the gurneys getting headscratches and accepting of any and all adoration.

Conner Kent has posed:
"Yeah, that is a good iconic hero," admits Conner, stepping back too. "I hear some folks coming, but I need to check my computer. Waiting for an important email. If you are staying for dinner, I will join you later." He heads out.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Take care Conner! See you later!" Phoebe calls out, and reaches to scritch on the elderly dalmatian.

Tim Drake has posed:
    There are a lot of ways that Tim is like his mentor. He's analytical, occasionally humorless (better at it now, though), and has a tendency to be suspicious of everything. But he draws the line at spying on his teammates. Which isn't to say Tim knows for a fact that Batman spies, he just... heavily suspects. Because, y'know, it's Batman.

    Still, he knew pretty much immediately when Phoebe had arrived back at the Roost. A little pop-up in his HUD: BALM accessed ROOST DOOR B

    It's some time later before he makes his appearance, though. Hair still damp at the nape of his neck from a shower, wearing sweats and a hoodie in a way that says 'I just spent several uncomfortable hours in restricting body armor' and with a dog dish cradled in his hands.

    "I should have put a tracker in his collar," he's saying to someone behind him as he passes through the labs, occasionally bending down to check under tables. "Now that I think about it, I'm kind of shocked that I didn't."

    He bumps the medbay door open with his hip and pokes his head in, spotting Scout first before Phoebe. And then he goes stock still. Just for a couple of seconds, before Tim looks back over his shoulder, at Lonnie.

    Then he clears his throat and opens the door the rest of the way, heading first over to the dog on the gurney so that he can set the bowl of what looks like homemade dog food down in front of him. "Sorry I'm late. Am I late?" Tim frowns at his watch, looking a bit flustered. And then he side-eyes Phoebe. "Hi, Pheebs."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    SO -- Conner has exited the medical room. Phoebe is still within, the young woman tending to refilling her own medical bag and marking down what she's taking -lidocane-enhanced zip-stitches. Painkillers. Epi-Pens, adreniline pens, insulin pens. She checks the supplies of gauze and tape, and restocks that as well from the stockroom, pausing every little bit to scritch an ear for the elderly dalmatian that has become yet another unofficial Outsiders mascot. Phoebe, her hair being back in braids now, looks up as the Medbay door opens, and seeing it's Tim she gives a bright smile, ducking back into her desk.

    "Here I thought you were in like, the wizarding school of arrivals and it's 'precisely when you mean to'." she teases lightly.

    Scout's tail wags happily on the gurney that he's been laying on, yawns to show his dissatisfaction at his lack of dinner and head-pats, and immediately tucks into the specially-formulated-for-him dogfood.

    It pays to have a servant in the sciences.

Lonnie Machin has posed:
    The guy Tim brought with him - Anarky - is talllllll and lean. He's bulked out a bit by the armored leather jacket he wears, but the ballistic tee under it with an anarchy symbol on it shows the tight fitness of his body. His red hair's pulled back in a tight ponytail, and that white china-doll mask he wears contrasts its blank expression with his fiery green eyes.

He's currently perched on the windowsil. He looks back and forth between the two, and tilts his head.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
Not long after Tim and Lonnie arrive, another figure follows suit. In a feat demonstrating that elevators and doors are for other people, M'gann M'orzz also known as Miss Martian or just Megan depending on who you ask, phases through the ceiling. The green skinned, red haired, girl descends slowly slowly in clear contravention of gravity before finally touching down on the lab floor to stand amongst them.

"Phoebe! I thought I sensed your presence!" M'gann gives her a big smile before looking in Tim's direction. "Hi, Tim! Who is your friend?" She asks before her attention is stolen by Scout. "Scout!" The dog immediately begins the recipient of many pets and scritches. "You are such a good boy, it is good to see you, too!"

Tim Drake has posed:
    While Scout eats, Tim obligingly provides some pets, hand stroking over the dog's sleek fur from shoulder-blades to tail. "Sorry," he says, maybe to Phoebe and Scout both. But then the, "I only play a wizard in D&D," is definitely just for Phoebe.

    He looks over at Lonnie, eyes narrowed, and then with his non-petting hand, wordlessly gestures from Anarky to the ground with a vaguely incredulous shake of his head. That plus the inward draw of his eyebrows suggests some sort of unasked, perplexed question.

    Except Tim immediately opens his mouth to follow up with said question, at least until M'gann's appearance interrupts. Probably for the best. "This is Anarky. He was my backup during the Delphine Princess mission, among other things." The corner of Tim's mouth twitches, and he looks back over his shoulder. "Anarky, these are my teammates. Who definitely don't operate clandestinely out of Gotham."

    Tim's not-quite-a-smile evolves into a proper one, at Phoebe and M'gann. "It's good to see you both. How empty was the drawer, Phoebe? I don't monitor who comes in and out but I can make a guess about who's been raiding it."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen as heard there is someone new in the base. Bart well, he is a bit curious lets face it. So, since it is not someone in the know, he makes sure it is Impulse who will show up. Most people will ask the computer where people are or such, but not Impulse, he simply runs through checking each public room, room by room, and cause of such as he gets to the Med lab, he is eating some left over pizza he found in the fridge without a name on it.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe looks at Anarky. She raises her eyebrows. She points at the guy who has taken up residence on her windowsill, in her medlab, with his shoes still on, and she exhales very slowly.

    "Is /this/ him?" she had questioned, and then gets the answer.

    She breathes out, and then turns to him.

    "Off my window. This is a place of healing, not shenanigans." she states with a sternness -- but M'gann gets a bright smile. "Megs!" she greets the martian, and then attention is immediately stolen by the geriatric dalmatian. As it should be. Scout pauses in his consumption of supper to grace M'Gann with affection, tail wagging and ears flopping a bit.

    "I know, I know, I've been away for a while -- I'm still under supervision and grounding." Phoebe explains, and she gives a grin to Tim.

    "I know Gabby has been raiding my drawer, it was Empty empty. Also refilling my medbag for when I go back to New York tonight."

Lonnie Machin has posed:
"What. I'm not allowed to lurk?"

Anarky drops down to his feet and looks around - even as he straightens up it's obvious that the newcomer is feeling a measure of discomfort. "My apologies."

He studies Phoebe and then says "I see you've been talking about me, Red."

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
M'gann finishes giving Scout pets and scritches, if such a thing can ever be truly finished.

"Grounded?" She tilts her head. "Like when parents send you to your room and forbid you from leaving? Did you anger your parents Phoebe?" Her expression is a mix of curiosity and concern.

Which doesn't really change when she looks over in Anarky's direction again examining him more closely after Tim's introduction, but he gets a smile, too. "Hello, Anarky. Nice to meet you."

She might have said more but then Bart. "Oh hi, Impulse! It is becoming quite a party in here."

Tim Drake has posed:
    "Gabby's been in here so I've got some bad news about shenanigans," Tim points out. Good boy Scout gets one last pet from him before he steps away, surrendering dog-veneration duty to M'gann as he hops himself up onto another bed, this one closer to Lonnie. He tucks his legs up into a fold.

    When Phoebe lets on that Tim's been talking to her about a certain someone, he lifts a hand and pinches his thumb and forefinger close together in the air. "Just a smidge. She gave some good recommendations after the Hellfire wings from the Knights Table turned out to be 'not spicy enough'," which, judging by the incredulous tone of Tim's voice, he himself finds hard to believe.

    He lifts a hand at Bart's appearance, attention immediately zoning in on what he's eating. "Did someone order pizza?" he asks, and then tugs out his phone, scrolling through notifications. "Oh. Huh." To his credit, Tim doesn't even flinch at the charge to his account. Hardly anything, compared to some of the orders he's paid for.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen will sees Phoebe and moves over to hug her "MGMGGMGs" He swallows "Your back yea, so no more of the jerk?" Yea he is not a fan of John. He looks over to Tim "It was left over in the fridge, but if you want me to get some I can." He waves over to M'gann, and Scout. He lets other take the dogs attention for now, and then turns and looks over Anarky. "Whos' the new guy, sis we need celebrate Balm being back, or the new guy joining? If so should be upstairs more room.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "No lurking or brooding in the medlab. Otherwise everyone would be down here when I'm trying to study." Phoebe gives a smile to Anarky. "Balm. I'm a fan of how you filled the Hill house with shaving cream and like sticking it to the oligarchy of Gotham City." she gives a smile. "I also advice Robin on a variety of other topics, but yeah, the recommendation of the super hots was mine." she offers in introduction, and motions to the dalmatian, who is thumping his tail and expecting affection as he lays on the gurney.

    "This is Scout. He's a completely normal geriatric dalmatian, please give him attention before he crawls off the b--" she begins, and then she's hugged by Impulse, and her cheeks darken a bit.

    "Ah... no, Impulse. I'm still splitting time between here and the bar." she explains gently, and then she looks to Anarky, and then to Tim.

    "Can we trust him?"

Tim Drake has posed:
    Both of Tim's eyebrows shoot up at Bart at the mention of 'the jerk'. He looks immediately over at Phoebe but says nothing, though he's very obviously biting the inside of his cheek. Whatever his opinion is on the NYC situation, and by the twist of his mouth it's probably not a completely positive one, Tim keeps to himself.

    Though he hasn't had quite the same kind of direct encounter with Phoebe's NYC guardians.

    "I keep my brooding to the gym and my computer lab, thank you very much," Tim says, which is generally true because those are basically the two rooms he lives in while at the Roost. Even though he has an actual house up there somewhere.

    He shakes his head at the offer of pizza. "I'm good, but thanks." It's not his birthday, so he has no excuse to be eating pizza. "And I don't think teams are Anarky's thing, but he's... we're working together. He's my friend."

    Tim glances down, at his hands, but then his chin lifts back up swiftly. "I do," is all he says to Phoebe, as an answer.

Lonnie Machin has posed:
    That makes Anarky turn his head to look at Tim for a long moment, and then he says, "He's right, I'm not a team player. Still, he's given me a measure of his trust, and that means that as his friends all of you are trustworthy yourselves." So he reaches up and removes his mask. He's just an ordinary guy, really. "My name is Lonnie."
    He raises his eyebrows at Phoebe, and smirks, "And if you have any questions for me, you can address them to me. As Tim will tell you, I've never let another human being speak for me in my life."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe gives a nod to Tim, and the poor girl - who smells slightly of someone's silk cut cigarettes and slightly of chlorine collapses back in her chair, and accepts a piece of pizza, checking it for meat a moment before she raises her eyebrows at Lonnie's introduction, and she gives a small, tired wave. "Phoebe Beacon, magical malady resolver and physical healer. Nice to meet you face-to-face Lonnie." she greets him, and then folds the pizza slice in half.

    "I'm grounded and they're keeping an eye on me because I left the karaoke party early to cross the gates of Duat, participated in a trial of Ma'at, had to give up a hope for a train ticket and then a wraith tried to steal my heart through the right side of my ribcage." she takes a bite of the pizza after dropping that particular bomb on everyone.

Tim Drake has posed:
    "'A measure,' he says," Tim interjects, maybe with a touch of patented Robin snark, but he looks sufficiently cowed when Lonnie takes off his mask a moment later. He blinks rapidly and then tucks his arms around his knees, staring hard at the floor of the medbay.

    Then he huffs out a breath that isn't quite laughter, but only because Tim fights down the urge. "What, you think she's not going to be bothering me for details as soon as you're gone?" He holds out his hand towards Phoebe. "Because if our situations were reversed, you know I would. And I've trained her well."

    He eyes Phoebe's slice of pizza with no small measure of subtle envy while she gives her introduction, but soon enough food's the last thing he's thinking of.

    Instead Tim's fingers have tightened into a grip around his wrist that must be bruisingly hard, given how his knuckles have bleached white, and he stares hard at Phoebe. It's a lot for him to take in, as can probably be surmised by the silence from him that follows. Then he opens his mouth and says nothing before he closes it again, which just makes it obvious.

    Finally, he tips his head up and sighs towards the ceiling, eyes closed. "Are you okay?" he asks first, through gritted teeth, because he's a responsible team leader and is doing his best to prioritize, here.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
M'gann's expression falls a bit when Phoebe confirms she is still splitting time. It is not hard to see she shares Bart's sentiment regarding 'The Jerk' which is perhaps a bit odd since she usually likes almost everyone.

As the litany of what Phoebe has apparently been through recently grows in length, so does M'gann's look of concern. "Balm.. are you really okay?" It doesn't take an empath to know what M'gann is feeling, the Martian girl wears her emotions on her sleeve.

Lonnie Machin has posed:
Lonnie thinks about that, and then shrugs. "Sounds awful." He fixes his gaze on Tim's. "Remember what we talked about, about control? She's roughed up, but intact. Your faith in her was well-placed. Unclench."

He looks over to M'gann, and says, "Miss Martian. A pleasure to meet you. I always wondered, is your species related to other omnimorphic extraterrestrials, like the Durlans?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe takes a deep breath, and she stretches her hand a moment. Scout senses the tension, and gives a moment's whimper before reaching his muzzle out and attempting to claim Phoebe's slice of pizza. He seems dejected when Phoebe moves out of his reach to dip into her candy drawer and she backs Lonnie's suggestion to unclench with throwing Robin a brightly colored pack of Sour Patch Kids.

    "Lonnie's right, Tim. I'm okay. I healed up just fine between giving it some time." Phoebe gives a small smile, and then turns to M'Gann ".... no, I don't think I am. Which is /why/--" she states, sitting back up "--the safest place for me to be most overnights is still going to be New York City. With the guy who basically tracked me down and pulled me out of the underworld so that nothing would happen to me." she states evenly, looking to Tim and M'Gann. And then to Lonnie.

    "Sour patch kids or gummy worms?"

Tim Drake has posed:
    Tim isn't angry, admittedly. Tension tends to skew towards concern, exasperation, those sorts of emotions for him, rather than jumping straight to anger. But his whole frame has definitely gone clenched and uncomfortable, and when Lonnie calls him out on it, Tim shoots a narrow-eyed look in his direction.

    But Lonnie is also right, and Tim isn't the teenaged Robin who takes being wrong as a personal failure, any more. So he exhales out through his nose, lets his legs unfold so they hang off the edge of the medical bed, and holds his hands up.

    See? No clenching.

    And that puts him in the perfect position to receive the bag of sour gummies tossed his way. Tim snorts, eyebrow raised at Phoebe, but he does tear the bag open.

    So in the next moment he has a mouthful of candy in his mouth, and he can't talk, but he does make a noise that vaguely indicates an echoing sentiment after M'gann's question to Phoebe. Lonnie's query, meanwhile, has Tim tilting his head to the side. Still chewing, though.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
M'gann frowns a bit at Phoebe's answer that she isn't okay but doesn't seem quite sure what to say. Magic is not something she has much experience with after all and Earth seems to have all kinds of strange dimensions.

"Just watch out for more black and white movie demon attacks." She says quietly before embracing the welcome subject change of Lonnie's question.

"I don't think so? I've heard of Durlans but never actually met one, they're kind of xenophobic. It could be a case of similar evolutionary paths. But I don't think there is any actual relation across so many lightyears. Space is really really big."

Lonnie Machin has posed:
"That's true. But with the advent of other shapeshifting aliens, like the Skrulls, who've built intergalactic empires, it was still an interesting question." Lonnie puts his hand behind his head, before he perches on the footboard of the bed Tim's sitting on - he literally perches, down in a crouch with one hand steadying himself on the footboard.

Having said his piece, he falls silent - letting Tim talk to his friends, for now.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen comes back from where he ran off to. "Sorry about that, had to go talk to my gran... one of the older.... someone." He finishes figuring the best way to say that. He has brought chips, and soda, including some strawberry sodas.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe pushes her way over to Tim.

    "I'm going to be okay, Tim. It's just until I learn how to protect myself. Protect the team from something we're not ready for yet. Pretty sure the boss would understand." she states quietly as Lonnie speaks briefly to M'Gann, and then she turns to look at the perching hacker.

    And then Bart returns. She gives a smile to Impulse, and accepts a strawberry soda.

    "So, probably won't be moving back in for Halloween, they might need me for patrols and thinnings." she rubs the back of her neck. "This is the second longest I've been away from here since I moved in. But... I promise. If I'm not okay, or if something happens that's really bad, you'll know. You're my family too." she gives a smile to the group, and thenc hecks her wrist.

    "... speaking of -- I should probably start back to NYC. Cabbie gets the Disappointed Dad face if I'm late."

Tim Drake has posed:
    It would be irresponsible for Tim to sit here and eat this entire bag of sour candies, even though it looks like he's pretty intent on doing just that. Chips and soda are right out, though he side-eyes the goods Bart's brought back with him.

    Then Tim dusts citric acid and sugar from his fingers so he can stand up. He squirrels the candy away in a pocket of his hoodie for later. "The team's more capable than you're giving us credit for," he says, and then he turns his head away. The news of Phoebe's continued absence doesn't seem to surprise him one bit, despite Tim's protests.

    He glances at M'gann, and then Bart, before he shrugs his shoulders. Whatever Tim wants to say, and it's obvious there's more, he is just as obviously making the decision not to bring it up.

    "Sure. I have evidence I need to review, anyway." Tim slips off the medical bed and turns to Lonnie, chin tilting towards the door before he's on the move.

Lonnie Machin has posed:
Lonnie hops down from the bed, and says, "Before I go-" He digs into his coat pocket and pulls out a couple of peanut butter biscuits - he leans in and takes a moment to get acquainted with the dog, petting him and scratching him behind the ears, and speaking to him sotto voce.

It seems like he knows his way around dogs. He gets to his feet and brushes his hands off, before he trails after Tim. "Pleasure meeting all of you, sincerely."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen looks over to Phoebe and says "You know if you need to get back there you can do it in no time flat." He says as he munches a bit of chips. "I think my rickshaw is still in good repair."