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Morgan Finn	Morgan is shell-shocked by the death of Happy Harbor's headmistress. A few years back he lost his mother, and now Dr. MacIntyre. Diana, in her wisdom, decided to keep Morgan busy so he doesn't end up getting drunk on vodka again and moping around the Embassy. So she loaded a lockbox into the jet and asked Morgan to deliver it to Xavier's. Could she have taken care of it herself? Could she literally have sent the jet by itself to deliver the stuff? Yes and yes. But this keeps idle hands from finding liquor bottles. Plus Morgan loves flying the jet. The Invisible Jet is very visible right now and not flying in stealth mode. Morgan can see the lovely, rolling grounds of Xavier's as he begins his approach. "Lanis, I'm reducing throttle to 20 percent. Prepare to hover and descend," Morgan says aloud to the AI. "Of course, Morgan," Lanis replies. "And might I say you're doing an excellent job flying today." A frown. Diana told Lanis. "I'm fine, you big tin can!" Morgan quips as he tugs back smoothly on the throttle. The control panel responds to the comment with an electronic blurp! Once the jet settles on the lawn of Xavier's the hatch drops. Morgan, dressed in his Wonder Boy armor, walks down the ramp. His weapons are up in the plane. On an errand such as this, he is, of course, unarmed. "Damn this place is nice," he says as he looks around.
Rhona Lauren	On one of the pathways coming back from the outer areas of the property is a lone figure walking with a compound archery bow at her side, and a quiver of yellow feathered arrows strapped on her back. She's wearing a sleeveless black top with a low-scooped neckline, that is loose around her midsection, and the dark green shorts she's wearing over black mesh stockings that have tears in the thighs and knees. She's got a pair of sunglasses on, and her hair is pinned back over her shoulders gently blowing in the wind as she watches this 'thing' just land on the property like that. She sees the solitary figure disembarking the Jet and she walks closer up from Morgan's left. "Who the hell are you?" The British girl asks of the kid disembarking that craft, her sunglasses reflecting him back as she stares right at him now...
Morgan Finn	The teen demigod's gaze falls on the armed, solitary figure. His first instinct is determine if she is a threat. But this is Xavier's. Surely they have defenses against armed intruders, so he rules that out immediately. "I'm Morgan Finn," he says as he casually approaches. "Diana Prince sent me with a delivery for..." Uh-oh. He can't remember. Morgan wrinkles up his nose in concentration, then one of his signature warm grins blooms over his features. "One sec!" The armored kid turns around and jogs back to the jet and up the ramp, vanishing in the plane for a moment. Then he emerges and jogs back down the ramp and over to Rhona again. "Dr. Jean Grey! It's for Dr. Jean Grey." He tips his head to the side for a moment. "The package."
Rhona Lauren	Of course this reaction of watching the kid have to run back inside the Jet, has Rhona tilting her head in curiosity as she ventures around the base of where the Jet is landed, looking up at it. When Morgan reappears down the ramp, she is there, watching him as he gives her that familiar name. "What kind of package delivery boy arrives in a space ship?" She asks then in her thick London-standard accented English. "You're here on behalf of Diana Prince, /the/ Diana Prince?" She asks again as she once more looks to the Jet, and wobbles a bit as she shifts her weight from one leather booted foot to the other. Her dark chestnut hair flowing off toward her left shoulder behind her back... "I mean, normally I'd think this were a joke. But... this... Ship seems like proof enough for me." Rhona adds as she looks the kid over again, then starts to turn tward the house. "Come on. I'll show you where she is, or at least was when I saw her a few hours ago." The brunette states as she starts to walk down one of the garden-lined pathways.. "What's your name?" She asks him next then.
Morgan Finn	"Let me get...let me get the box," Morgan says. And yet again he turns around and jogs up the ramp into the jet. On his way up he calls out, "I just told you, I'm Morgan Finn. And I'm not a package delivery boy. I'm /Wonder/ /Boy/!" Thirty seconds later he comes trotting back down the ramp again. This time he's carrying a sophisticated, high-tech lockbox with a palm reader built into the top. His cheeks are flushed a pleasant, ruddy color from all the jogging around, though he does not appear to be even a little out of breath. "Sentry mode," Morgan says. The ramp to the Invisible Jet closes and it vanishes from view as Lanis activates the cloak. He falls in stride next to Rhona. "So what's your name? Do you hunt with that thing? Target shoot?"
Rhona Lauren	Rhona pauses again as the kid has to run back inside the Jet. She just waits there, casting her eyes around the yard before he returns. "Right. 'Wonder Boy'." She says with a small smile before they're walking together. Though she does glance back over her shoulder, and lifts her sunglasses up off of her brown eyes to watch the Jet vanish. "Huh..." She says to this. "Wonder how many birds run in to that thing and die." She mutters before looking back at him, then down to the box he's holding. "Morgan. I had a cousin named Morgan." She says. "He was horribly rude." The Briton idly states while they curve around one of the rose bushes and toward the garage doors, one of which is lifted and open. "And no, I just target shoot. There are some ranges out to the west, and I'm new here, so I've just been... walking the grounds, memorizing the lay of the land, so to speak." She looks back over to him. "You fly that space ship by yourself?" She asks. "How old are you? Do you even have a driver's permit?"
Morgan Finn	Morgan *does* like to look good in front of girls, but in his core he's an honest kid. A small shrug. "Well, I mostly fly it. Honestly, there's an AI who deals with the fine details. Her name is Lanis. She's pretty cool." As he walks, he easily tucks the lockbox under one arm. "But no, I've never driven. I live in Manhattan, so getting a drivers license isn't really all that common anyway. "So you're new, huh?" he asks Rhona. "You have an accent. Is that British? You must be really special to get invited to this school." Then he adds, "I go to Happy Harbor. We're on summer break." He shifts the box from under one arm to under the other. "I know someone who shoots bows. Ever hear of Green Arrow? He chills as the Hall of Justice every once in a while. Dude's amazing with a bow. I could try to introduce you if you wanted."
Rhona Lauren	The duo walk side by side toward the house, now passing out of the sunlight of the setting sun, in to the shade of the garage, decorated in the same Scotish baronial style as the rest of the mansion. "It takes over if you're about to slam in to the ground?" She asks with a small smile. "Well that's good." She adds before glancing over at him. She stares quietly for a second as they walk closer to the open garage door. "I'm from London. My parents sent me here to get rid of me." The young woman just bluntly throws it out there, whether it's true or not. "And I've never been quite so obsessed with super heroes as others our age are, no offense intended. Wonder Woman, is... well... something to be admired. But yes, 'Green Arrow' sounds interesting." As she says this she moves to remove her arrow quiver. "My name is Rhona, by the by, and I'm really just trying to get my bearings in this new place. So I hope that you forgive me if I make any social 'faux-pauxs', or what have you." With the arrow quiver off of her back now, she steps in to the fancy garage with the polished marble floors, and moves toward the open french doors that lead in to the mansion proper up ahead, passing between several parked cars inside the garage. "And what's in the box?" She has to ask him.
Morgan Finn	Morgan's strength is socialization. It's just what he's good at. He listens intently as Rhona tells her bit of story. When she mentions the part of her parents getting rid of her, one might tell he isn't really sure whether she's joking or being serious. She is British, after all. They have that dry wit. And she's a stranger to him. So he settles for furrowing his brown and nodding. "Never been to London. Is it cool? What kinda stuff is there to do?" As Morgan follows Rhona into the mansion, he peers around in no small amount of wonderment. For sure the Themysciran Embassy is opulent and lavish, but this place is on another level. He finds a counter or table to set the lock box on. He peers down at it. "I haven't no clue," he says in response to Rhona's question. Fearlessly, he rests his palm on the reader. A red light lights up and the box makes a negative-sounding blurt sound. The teen demigod flashes Rhona a warm grin. "Must be something good. You try."
Rhona Lauren	Rhona pauses near a cabinet set to open it with a quick code entry, then she puts her bow and arrows away inside of it, and closes the doors again with a quiet 'click' as the cabinet seals again. "London is like New York." She says as she walks over toward him at the table beside the doors toward the mansion interior, the garage lit up by chandeliers that hang from over head. "Only mixed in with much, much, older boring touristy things." She says in a bit of a glum demeanor toward her homeland. "It's okay, though, I guess." She approaches him then, and drops her eyes to the box. Her hands come up then, and she pushes her sunglasses up on top of her head, then pulls her off her knitted fingerless archery gloves, that have leather padded palms. With a bare hand, Rhona reaches out to press it to the hand reader. When it inevitably denies her access to, she just smirks. "A box like that does not typically contain cookies, and affectionate cards. Must be very important..." She quietly says as she takes her hand back from it, and glances over at him again. "How did you come to work with Diana Prince, of all people? I thought her island... place, was only women?"
Morgan Finn	Morgan can't help but grin reflexively. There are advantages for a healthy young man to living in a community that is almost exclusively beautiful women. "I'm not from Themyscira," he confesses. "Diana rescued me a few years ago. The League of Assassins tried to kidnap me. My mother was killed in the attack." A shrug. "I guess she felt sorry for me or something, so she started taking care of me from a distance. She put me up in Happy Harbor, gave me an allowance, that kinda stuff. And then one day she told me I could move into the Embassy. The rest is kinda history." He nods in Rhona's direction. "So what's your deal? How did you end up here? Do you have mutant powers or somethin'?" Then he quickly adds, "It's cool if you don't wanna tell me. I know sometimes people look down on mutants cuz people can be really stupid sometimes."
Rhona Lauren	Rhona's eyes are on him as he starts to answer her, though she does look away when two younger kids, who look kinda nerdy, and terrified of the older Rhona and Morgan, both come in to the garage and just quietly walk toward the doors to the backyard. Rhona looks back to Morgan then and shows a small smirk. "I wish Wonder Woman would've come and rescued me, and who names a group the 'League of Assassins'. I mean, that sounds like something out of Skyrim..." She quips with a continued smirk before she folds her arms across her stomach, rumpling the loose fabric of her dark knitted top there. "My parents are... well, they prefer their wine, their parties, their social lives, more than they prefer raising their daughter. They sent me to a school in London, when my mutation developed. But... that didn't go so well." She says with a shake of her head as she turns then to walk around the garage some, eyeing it over, since she's relatively new to it also. She pauses though, and looks back at him over her left shoulder. "Somehow they found this place, and Professor Xavier was happy to accept me. By the sounds of it, he's probably just happy to have a student who's parents will 'pay' for their kid to come here." She adds that last line with a bit of a cynical tone to her voice. She turns back to face him then. "I do have mutant 'powers', though, but I'm lucky enough to have learned how to control them already. Mostly, at least."
Morgan Finn	Morgan leans back against the counter, arms folded over the breastplate of his Wonder Boy armor. When Rhona gets to the part about the League of Assassins, he snorts a small laugh. "Yeah, real subtle name. I don't know too much about them. I read some stuff in the Justice League database. They go back centuries. They are into the whole social justice, worldwide balance thing and they don't care who has to die to make it happen." He continues listening to Rhona talking about her family situation. "Hey, maybe someday you guys will reconcile. It's good to have family. My mother is dead and my father lives in Olympus and I've never met the dude." And here comes that mischievous smile again. "So you got powers? You wanna show me? If not, that's cool. I don't even know if it's rude to ask." His cinnamon brown eyes glitter with life.
Rhona Lauren	Rhona has her arms crossed over her stomach still as she stands a handful of feet away from him, her back to Charles' fancy sedan that is parked in its own stall. She lowers her dark eyebrows down a little, as she tilts her head to her left shoulder juuuuuust a little when he speaks of his father, and Olympus. "Your father is a 'God'?" She asks with a flavor of disbelief touching the tone of her British accent. "That must be... interesting...." She quietly adds then. At him leaning back and asking to see her mutation, she straightens her head again and smirks for a moment before she looks toward the double doors in to the hallway of the school's eastern wing. She then looks back at him and nods over his shoulder. "See that coke can on the counter behind you?" She asks, and sure enough there's a empty can sitting there that one of the kids likely left at some point today. "Throw it at me. Try to hit me here." She notes, raising her right hand up to tap her chest right under her collar bone.
Morgan Finn	Oh this is too good to be true! She agreed to show Morgan her powers. He looks over his shoulder and sees the can. With a warm, pleased smile and glittering eyes he enthusiastically grabs the can. "You want me to throw this at you? I'm pretty strong." Morgan bites his lower lip against the blooming smile as he considers how hard he should throw the can. If he throws it too hard, there is the chance he could hurt her or break something. If he throws it too soft, she could get offended. Hey, she has mutant powers. Let's see what they can do! So he doesn't throw the can as hard as he can, but he throws it really hard. A normal human who got hit by that empty can at that velocity would surely get a nasty welt.
Rhona Lauren	Rhona's left hand snaps up, her fingers splay apart, and the tips of her fingers all begin to glow a bright pinkish purple! The swirling form a disc of energy forms around her hand, swirling and humming as it grows larger than a dinner plate! The can slams right in to it before the second sound of another glowing disc comes from Rhona's opposite hand! She directs the can down and slams the discs together, smashing the tin can between them, sending a few droplets of soda out in all directions! Rhona stands there with the humming energy discs held horizontally in front of her chest with the smashed can between them. She looks down at it for a moment, before her brown eyes go up to Morgan. "Ta da." She says dryly as she starts to walk toward the Recycling Bin that is just a few paces away... She opens the bin with a touch of her booted toes, then drops the can in before the discs fade away, and are absorbed back in to her fingers... the humming going quiet again, and the garage returning to normal. "Mutant and Proud." Rhona says then as she turns back to him, covered in a bit of soda that she looks down to now to dab at with her fingers.
Morgan Finn	Morgan's eyes light up brightly as Rhona does her thing. He nods his head approvingly. "Badass! Shields! So are you here to learn to live your best life kinda thing? Or are you thinking about going like, I dunno, X-Men Pro with those things?" Morgan moves over to a roll of paper towels and tugs one off. He dampens it in the sink and wipes off some droplets of soda from his armor. Other than his father's ring that he wears on his left hand, he has not material possession that he loves more dearly than his Wonder boy armor.
Rhona Lauren	Rhona looks up at him then, and his question gets a smirk from her. She shrugs her shoulders and slaps her hands against the outside of her thighs. "I don't know. Like I said, I'm just here because my parents didn't want to deal with me. They're not fans of mutants." She says as she then goes to get a paper towel and do the same thing he does with it, though she's dabbing at her shirt and neck. "I'm told that my mutation likely has more to it than what I've learned, so they've told me that they'd help me explore it, and see what else I'm capable of. So I guess that is kind of exciting, if they can deliver..." She says with a smirk before folding the paper towel up and dropping it in its own waste bin. "I don't really have any heroic aspirations though. I'm just... me, I guess." She says then, shrugging her shoulders, and showing him a faint smile before pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth to bite down on it some. She then upnods at him. "Is that your shtick? With that cute armor thing you got on? You're going to be with the Justice League?"
Morgan Finn	When Rhona smiles, it triggers one in Morgan as well. She seems like she might be a bit reserved, but Morgan wears his heart on his sleeve. Everyone knows when he's happy, sad, excited, depressed, angry, or whatever else. Some find that cumbersome to deal with. Some like the honesty and lack of pretense. He peers down at his armor, running the fingertips of one hand along the breastplate. "You think my armor is cute?" he says in a playful tone. "It's supposed to be badass, you know, strike fear in the hearts of evildoers and all of that." He glances back up, and his expression and glittering eyes show that he's just being playful. "But yeah I'm training to become a full member of the Justice League. There's no guarantee they'll take me, but I'm going to do my best. It's something I *really* want." He shrugs once. The subject makes him a bit self-conscious, and his earlobes redden a bit. He nods in Rhona's direction. "What d'you want?" he asks.
Rhona Lauren	Rhona gently nods her heads to what he says as she once more folds her arms over her stomach and just eyes the slightly younger Godling before her. "I don't know." She says then, shrugging her shoulders as she looks over behind her left. "I need to go out and find a job. Well, a summer job." She says as she returns her eyes to him. "They gave me some leads here that I am going to look in to. But, it'll just be nonsense work... like at the bowling alley, or perhaps the movie theater. Classic Americana crap, right?" She asks with a quick grin again. "I'm sure you'll get your fancy Justice League thing. I mean, if you live with Wonder Woman, you kind of already have the 'in' for it, right? Parents always hire their damn children for the 'family business'." She tells him as she steps back toward that box he brought, her eyes dropping back down to it as she inspects it further.
Morgan Finn	"Hey," Morgan says sagely, "Never underestimate working at a bowling alley. They have the best onion rings!" He flashes another smile. Seems a smile rarely leaves the teen's face. His expression softens when Rhona mentions the likelihood of him getting accepted as a full Justice League member. Cinnamon eyes glitter. "I hope so," he says softly. Then he walks over to stand next to Rhona as he inspects the box. As a demigod, his metabolism is like a furnace and it's likely a bit warmer to stand next to him than most people. "Yeah I wanna know what's in it too. Knowing Diana, it's probably some super thoughtful gift." He lets out a small laugh. "Gods, she's so annoying thoughtful and kind."
Rhona Lauren	Rhona's eyes just remain down on the locked box, and at his words she smirks and shakes her head side to side. "I don't think those come in boxes like this." She notes as she looks over at him, and then smirks. "Maybe it's a rare alien element. Something that they're going to use in their fancy disappearing Space Ships." She quietly says before she just flashes a grin and then picks the box up and offers it to him. "Come on, I'll show you where Miss Grey's office is." She then says as she turns to step toward the open doors in to the mansion. "You should add some skulls, or spikes to that armor, if you want it to be intimidating though." The Briton quips as she goes, showing another quick grin.
Morgan Finn	The teen demigod takes the box and follows Rhona. "I think there is a sort of...I dunno...Wonder Fam motif that I have to follow or something." He lets out a genuine, honest belly laugh. "Oh man what I wouldn't give to see the look on Diana's face if I decked out my armor in skulls and spikes, though. Maybe get some of those teardrop tattoos under my eyes?" He stares all around at basically everything as they move deeper into the mansion. "Wow this place is hella dope. It must be cool to live here. Do they give you your own room or do you have to share?"
Rhona Lauren	Rhona leads Morgan in to the western wing hallways. IT's only a few steps before they're turning down a exterior facing hall with one row of windows all the way down the right side letting in sunlight in to the fancy home. She smirks over at him as she has the sun passing over her from outside. "I'd recommend no such tatoos." She says bluntly with a smirk while she walks at a casual pace, her hands at her sides now, her folded up gloves hanging out of her right hip pocket. As they take a left turn down toward an interior hallway, the mansion foyer is visible at the far end of it. "I have my own room at the time being, I will all summer, they tell me. But this fall my roomate will be back from her family, so I'll be doubling up then, I guess. I really hope she's cool, and not like... annoying as all Hell. I might change my tune about living here then, but for now... Yeah, it's kinda cool. Sort of has an 'old man' smell to some parts of it, but I guess that's not a huge deal." She says with a light laugh then.
Morgan Finn	"You should check out the Themyscirian Embassy sometime. It always smells like amazing food," Morgan quips. "The Executive Chef is a Kithotaur named Ferdinand and holy shit that dude can cook!" He bites his lower lip as he realizes he just swore. "Sorry," he murmurs, looking around to see if anyone else heard him pop off an s-bomb in this fancy mansion. "I got my own room at the Embassy. But as you already pointed, most of the people there are women." He shrugs and the sides of his neck redden a little. "I'm not complaining being surrounded by so many beautiful women, but I guess sometimes it would be nice to have to bro time. But I have friends at Happy Harbor." He nods in Rhona's direction. "Are people here chill? They treat you good?"
Rhona Lauren	As the two walk further, they pass by both sets of doors that are both open leading in to the kitchen where there are several groups of younger children, and a couple adults all working on what is likely dinner. There's a lot of conversing going on within that room too. Rhona just grins at what Morgan says, her arms going up to her stomach again to cross once more over each other. "I've been here for a week now, I like it better than home. For the most part. I miss my stuff, in some ways. But, I guess it's a lot less lonely here. My parents house is pretty big, and after my brother passed away, it was just me in it most of the time. So this is a ... interesting change of pace." Soon the two are stepping out in to the main foyer with the grand staircase that leads up to a huge picture window before splitting in the middle and becoming two staircases that go in either direction. They pass under the chandelier in the foyer, and Rhona looks up ahead. "Staff offices are just up ahead on the right." She says, before exhaling. "But yeah, I'd enjoy seeing Wonder Woman's home away from home. I've never really 'followed' the madness of it all here, as I just struggle watching destruction and impending 'doom' for us all. But I admire all the heroes trying to save us. Now that I'm in the epicenter of it all, I suppose I should start to learn some names." She states with a smirk over at him. "Wonder Boy, Green Arrow. Who else is worth knowing?" She asks with a smirk.
Morgan Finn	Tucking the lockbox easily under one arm, Morgan says, "Sorry to hear that you lost your brother." He knows first-hand the pain of losing family, and he knows that he doesn't like it when people make a big deal about it. So that's all he has to say on the matter, and he leaves it at that. "So there's Superman and Batman, of course. But they don't come around much. I never met either of them." A shrug. He sounds a little disappointed about them. "Aquaman is pretty dope, he's like the most down-to-earth of them all. Just a cool dude. Green Lantern is amazing, of course." He laughs, shaking his head. "I'm like the red-head stepchild of the League. I'm just grateful they even let in the front door. They're all..." His brown eyes glisten with genuine feeling. "...they're all pretty special. I wouldn't wanna live in a world without them."
Rhona Lauren	After Morgan says this, Rhona looks over to him and just stares for a few seconds... "you're not about to cry are you?" She teases him, showing a grin. Her head shakes side to side. "I wasn't raised to understand how to react to crying. I might just run away." Another smirk is showing to Morgan then before Rhona reaches her hands up to push her dark hair back behind her ears once more, then she pauses near a set of double doors. She motions to them. "This is the Teacher's Hall." She says before reaching out to turn the brass knob and open the wooden door, peering inside... "Nobody's here, but we can take this box to Jean's office, I'm sure."
Morgan Finn	"Look away!" Morgan cries out as he buries his head in the crook of his elbow. He lets out a series of obviously fake, dramatic sobs for a few seconds before they morph into laughter. He lifts his head from his elbow. His cheeks are red from the laughing and his eyes glitter with life. He gives Rhona a playful wink. Morgan wows as he looks around. "Teacher's Hall, huh? I feel like I broke into school after hours or something. I'm surprised this place doesn't have more security. I would have expected to have been tased by robots and trapped in cages by now."
Rhona Lauren	Rhona opens the door further, and leaves it open as she steps in, smiling back at Morgan then as she shakes her head softly. "Don't underestimate the place... There's some heavy hitters here. You should meet some of them, if you haven't already." She turns then to walk around the big meeting table and past all the teacher's desks toward the doors on the far wall. She knocks on Jean's door and puts her ear up to it... Surprisingly enough, Storm is in Jean's office, being the second Mistress of the school, Ororo lets the two in to put the box on Jean's desk before showing them back out to the hallway again. Ororo being an extremely well mannered woman, very beautiful, with stark white hair, her voice laced with an African accent.
Morgan Finn	Like he was in some sort of library or something, Morgan is very quiet and respectful as he enters the office and quite carefully sets down the box. He's still pretty young, and this place intimidates him. On top of that, he's here officially representing Diana Prince. Best to not screw that up. Once back out into the hallway, Morgan turns to Rhona. "I don't have a lot of exposure to the mutants. You're basically my second mutant." He cants his head to the side a little. "Do you know Rogue? Does she hang out her? She saved my butt once when I got shredded up by a psychopathic cheetah lady."
Rhona Lauren	Rhona thanks Storm who heads back in to the office. She then turns to Morgan who gets another grin from the 17 year old girl. She nods her head to him then. "Yeah, Rogue helped me find a few things I needed for my room. She's... something else. Like, the truest form of an 'American woman' I've ever met." She adds with a light laugh while walking Morgan back to the front of the house toward the foyer. "You should meet Mister Rasputin someday. He's this... huge... Russian man... made out of metal, or something. It's a total trip." Rhona states with a little laugh following her words there-after. "But few are as kind, as Professor Xavier. If you ever get a chance to speak to him, take it. It's just like... meeting the grandfather you never knew you needed."
Morgan Finn	"Hell yeah, I'll have to come back here soon," Morgan says. "If for nothing else, those archery lessons you promised me." Smooth as cottage cheese, this one. Hey, you miss every shot you never take. He nods in Rhona's direction. "But I should get the Jet back to the Embassy in case Diana needs it for something. You on Facebook or Insta? Can I friend you?"
Rhona Lauren	Rhona takes the couple of steps up in the foyer to walk toward the front doors. She opens up the left heavy wooden door and stands there with it on her side. She shows a quick smile at him, and laughs softly at the talk of archery lessons. "Right, sure, of course. I'm sure Green Arrow is too busy to teach you." The Briton chides the American. At his question, she reaches in to her back pocket of her dark green denim shorts and pulls out her iPhone. She brings up her Instagram page and turns it around to show it to him. "Been doing a lot of videos of the mansion, the horses and such. Feel free to message and let me know whats up. I'm interested to know if you get that Justice League spot now." She says with a small smirk. Her eyes go outside then, before bouncing back to him. "Drive safe now, in that space ship of yours."