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[It's silly, to be security-conscious. Chances are astronomically low that she'll talk to anyone from her specific Gotham, and lower still that it'll be someone who doesn't know her identity already.

But caution saves lives, and limbs, and futures; paranoia can, in the end, do far more good than harm.

So she isn't broadcasting from her control room. Instead, she's in the front room (or what would be the front room, back home). It's neat and elegant and utterly generic. She's sitting on one of the plush brown sofas, smiling wryly.]

Hey. I'm Barbara. Sorry for hijacking your tech; we've got a powerful network that doesn't actually make any sense, and it does that sometimes.

[A slight shrug.] Might as well take advantage of it, right? I'm a computer expert, former Gotham city congresswoman, an aspiring teacher, and one hell of a librarian. Let's chat.

[Private to anyone who knows what she actually is]

[Her demeanour changes. She's still relaxed, still smiling, but there's a steel to her shoulders, and a quiet authority in her gaze.]

This is Oracle, speaking from an interdimensional prison ship. Warden, for the record, not Inmate. Tell me how you're doing.