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Peachy.

[ The grunt comes with much displeasure. He's already been squinting at the white wall for a minute, just trying to get his breathing under control, but he turns his head and there's a hint of his eyes widening. ]

Steph- long time, no see.

[ Steph has to stiffle a snort of laughter at that response. Yeah, she's disoriented, but physically she seems to be in pretty good condition. ]

Hey Zack. Fancy meeting you here.

We always seem to run into each other in the best places, huh. [ But then, it's Snowhell. What else would he expect at this point? Groaning lowly, he slowly raises himself up onto hands and knees before standing tall. ] You know, the white walls actually aren't so bad after all the eyeballs and blood. Almost refreshing.

It's nice to be able to wear just the one layer for a change, too.

[ Steph has stripped down to her Spoiler getup already, and feels downright breezy. ]

Yeah... At least it will be once I get this thing off'a me. [ Zack's... still getting to that point, already trying to carefully undo the straps on his harness. It takes a bit. He's had to put more and more care into its removal as time's gone by. A few times, he's even had to repair it at this point and the damage shows here and there.

But he frees himself up and the pieces clunk to the floor with the pauldrons before he starts to take care of his coat. ] Interesting get up you have there.

[ Steph watches in amusement, half tempted to try and help. But that shit looks complicated, and she doesn't want to mess it up. ]

Thanks. I could have sworn you'd seen it before, but I guess I started layering pretty early on.

Maybe I did, but it's been a while if I have, yeah.

[ Of course, it's also easier to talk about that than... Okay, he's already looking around anyway, even as he manages to tie that coat around his waist for now. ] Looks like we have quite a crowd down here...

[ Though... he notices as he scans the closest of the group, there's no sign of the three he usually travels with... but they could be on the other side of the room. He hasn't given up just yet. ]

They're my work clothes, makes them work real well as a bottom layer. [ Nice and tight, but also vaguely armored.

But she looks around the room as well. ]

It does seem like a lot for a pretty small room.

[ She wonders if the hole is going to get bigger until they all fall in. ]

[ Probably best she didn't voice that thought. Just, you know. To keep the chill at bay. For now. Zack snorts softly as he ducks down to grab his harness. Looking it over, he muses mildly. ] Yeah... It sure is. Kinda reminds me of that room we landed in before we ended up in that maze.

[ Twisting a strap to right it again, he looks over his work with a tilt of his head. ] Spandex really work that well for work though? I feel like it would ride up too much.

[ She's weirdly okay with it, but no way is she going to share that thought with anyone who hasn't already had it themselves.

She unsnaps her cloak and offers it to him. ]

It's not spandex. It's a Kevlar blend, slash resistant. Pretty warm, too.

[ The stuff is thicker than you'd expect, and while it does stretch it's not much worse than, say, denim. ]

[ Taking the offered cloak into hands now freed from gloves, Zack takes a moment to give it a good feel. To judge the texture and the weight with a furrowed brow before surprise colors his expression. ]

Huh... Wow, yeah. This stuff's pretty solid. [ Holding it back to her, he adds: ] Kinda feels like the bullet proof vests we used sometimes. You make this, yourself?

It's the same principle, just designed to be lighter. Having a cape actually helps you avoid a whole lot of bullets.

[ She settles it back over her shoulders, but leaves the hood down. Her hair is so free~ ]

No, I didn't make it. I was still in hiding. I called in a few favors instead.

A few favors... Sounds like someone I should be calling a few favors in for.

[ If only she knew how dark that sense of humor ran. But he tries to keep it light. In the current situation, it's true at least. Still, he tilts his head at that after in curious thought. ] So, why were you in hiding?

[ She doesn't get it. But she does plop down next to him, legs crossed. ]

Oh, my parents put a hit out on me. I overheard all their plans to take over the city, and I guess I never struck them as particularly megalomanic.

Wait, what?

[ That answer's enough for him to suddenly straighten up from the way he'd been leaned over. For his eyes to go wide and his mouth to go slack. ]

They put a hit on their own daughter? [ And tried to take over the city, too. But their own daughter? ]

Oh yeah.

[ She shrugs it off with the easy, careless air of someone who is hiding the fact that they care really a lot. ]

Dad tried to shoot me himself, but I was too quick for him.

What the hell's wrong with him?

[ That might have been a loud crack of a fist hitting the floor. It echoes just a little bit in the room and his fist feels a little sore after, but he doesn't care. She might shrug it off, but that doesn't make it any less- ]

That's messed up!

[ Steph's reaction is a weird combination of pleased and embarrassed. She knows it's messed up, but her feelings about her parents are... complicated. Sometimes it's nice to have outside input. ]

Who knows? He's dead now, so we'll never get a proper diagnosis. I dunno about Mom. She said she had nothing to do with it, but... nothing really added up.

If she had nothing to do with it, then how come she was in on taking over a city, too?

[ She did just say both of her parents had been involved, right? Or did he mishear in his heated anger? Either way, he tries to cool it. Tries to, but it's hard. Hard to think... Zack curses and looks away. ]

[ Steph just shrugs. It would be nice if she could think her mother wasn't involved, but she can't bring herself to really believe that. ]

Anyway, I had assassins coming after me like, every other day. Couldn't stay in one place long enough to sew a whole suit.

No kidding... [ The bitterness seems to almost overflow for a second in those words. Almost sounds a little too personal, but Zack slowly shakes his head after a minute. ]

Guess it really doesn't matter now. [ Her father's dead. Good chances that means everything went toppling over after that if he was the head of it all, right? That's what he figures anyway.

Still leaves a sour taste in his mouth as he pushes himself back up off the ground now. ]

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[ Steph stays on the ground for the moment, looking at the hole but not really seeing it. ]

You can see why I'm not sure about going back to Gotham, though.

Yeah... Yeah, I can definitely see why. [ He admittedly sounds distracted as he scans the group over again. Kunsel he can make out at least. Hard to miss him considering his helmet. He's there. So's a handful of other familiar faces.

No Zell though. And no Jim. One of the hands on his hips tightens into a fist. ] So, go with Al.

[ She huffs a sigh. ]

It's complicated. My world has more advanced tech than either his or Zach's. It probably has to be my first stop.

And what if you can't just.. world surf like that?

[ Because there's a good chance that might be the case. Maybe they have to pick one and go and that's it. That's what he'd always figured anyway, but maybe he's wrong. Who knows? ]

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