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[morallygrayson]

[The feed clicks on, showing a surprised masked man.]

Okay, what did I just--

[He clears his throat.]

Hi. I’ve been trying to hack this terminal for an hour or so, to see if I can verify the information I’ve been given. It’s not really working, so I guess the next option is to ask around.

[He rubs the back of his neck, clearly not used to having to ask for help.

He’s not alone, either. Behind him someone happens to be hovering past the doorway silently at first, but then backtracks and stops in the entrance. Since his back is facing her he probably won’t notice, but she’s definitely noticed him. Her eyes open wide and her jaw drops with an audible gasp.

Yeah, her surprise is definitely apparent.]

Nightwing?! You are here??

[He jerks around in surprise, already brandishing a pair of escrima sticks.]

Who are you?

[Who she is might just have to wait, because (heedless of the weapons, she’s just that excited) before the last word has left his mouth she’s already halfway across the room, throwing her arms around him in relief and accidentally sending them both against the terminal. The last thing that the feed picks up from either of them is a shout (“What in--?!”) from “Nightwing” and a relieved string of WORDS (“I am so relieved to see you are undamaged!”) from the weird orange girl before the feed cuts off rather abruptly.]

[OOC: Answers will come from both Starfire and Nightwing!]

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[morallygrayson]

I am glad that you're relieved.

[Not much else TO be relieved by, after all.

He manages to listen passively until she says the name "Robin." At that point, his face falls ever so slightly as a deep, reverberating pain wells up in his chest. Tim...

But he banishes that thought, shuttles it back into the ether. No time.]

Nothing you've said is wrong so far. Shocking, because... but you've been in a place like this before?

[Pinches the bridge of his nose.]

Just doesn't... it's a lot to swallow, isn't it? This can't be easy.

[thenameofscreen]

[She doesn't miss that, and lack of familiarity, as usual, is NOT enough to stop her from reaching out to offer a hand on his arm. Can't help it, she doesn't even have to think about it after all this time.]

The difficulty of swallowing the strangeness lessens with time. I have seen many strange things since the duration of my residence in Somarium. I believe that our friends remain unharmed, and we will see them again.

[And that isn't even an empty belief. She is one hundred and fifty percent convinced of this.] If my experiences have taught me nothing else, they have taught me this much.

[We're not going to talk about the fact that none of her team showed up in Somarium and we are absolutely, one-thousand percent not thinking about the implications there.]

[morallygrayson]

[He has not the will to hurt her feelings and refuse the touch, but isn't sure he can reciprocate just yet, either. His thoughts are going in five directions at once, and none of them are pleasant.]

I hope you're right. Thinking like that is probably the best way to approach this reality.

[thenameofscreen]

Our friends are very resilient. We only need to have faith. [Smaller smile this time, but she's holding onto that hope with both hands and her teeth. She's not letting go and neither should he- if she has a say.]

But I believe that I am currently... as Beast Boy would say, holding all the cards up my sleeves? I am sure that you must have the questions.

[morallygrayson]

[He cringes slightly, because Gar's just a baby, but he nods.]

He'd also say "Noted," right about here.

But for all the questions I have, I'm really not sure which are the best ones to ask. So let's-- let's save that for when we've both had time to settle in.