[ Barbara's first instinct is still to look up, half-expecting Wally, at the flash of light and blur of color coming to a stop, the room invaded by a brand voice while it's wide-eyed, taking in the overly large Dragon Bat who has somehow managed to fit himself in there and be taken for granted as just fitting and being expected by most of them—especially with Damian taking his pets into the labyrinth with him.
There's a faint raise of eyebrows as she looks at this next face that is familiar-but-not from her spot at the table, already surrounded by an open laptop, a notepad with a lot of non-word coding, and a cup of coffee. ] Between your username and the costume, I'm assuming it's Barry, right?
[ She does already know. He's said it on the network with no privacy setting anywhere, but Barbara is nothing if not entirely ready to start with unfailing politeness. ]
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There's a faint raise of eyebrows as she looks at this next face that is familiar-but-not from her spot at the table, already surrounded by an open laptop, a notepad with a lot of non-word coding, and a cup of coffee. ] Between your username and the costume, I'm assuming it's Barry, right?
[ She does already know. He's said it on the network with no privacy setting anywhere,
but Barbara is nothing if not entirely ready to start with unfailing politeness. ]