"It's what I do." Barbara gives a little shrug, and decides to let herself lead on the on this corner of the back of the chair, too. Relaxing by inches, even if the rest of her hasn't moved, when she gives the turn of a wry smile. A little grateful for the offer, but also a little proud of what she's excelled at so well. "You know, when I'm not in the tights."

"The chair pretty much consumes the rest of it."

It's not entirely the truth, and she says it with a light swing to the words. But she knows there are times that's not far off the truth either. There's only one Oracel and there are hundreds of heroes, of all ages, across the globe, for her to be helping. Sleep often forgets to even exist in the options box.