TLV 2 - Video

[bodilesswarrior]

[A young Barbara, thirteen at most, is sitting in her wheelchair - but her legs are drawn up onto the seat, one arms wrapped around them. She has the look of a child who's keenly uncertain and doing their best to ignore it.]

Does anyone know whose chair this is? [She'd been drawn to it, and it feels oddly comfortable to sit in, but it can't be hers.]

Or what that turbulence was earlier? [Maybe that could explain all of the weird stuff in her room. Well, it feels like her room, anyway, and she'd made sure to check the door just in case.]

((I'll be tagging with flawedgem!))

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[flawedgem]

[Barbara gives him a flat look, entirely too intense for her age.] I know what a wheelchair is. [...And then it falters, worry peeking through.] Where is she?

...I'm Barbara.

[peektuttut]

Of course you do, I'm sorry. But it's extra special, just for her. She's taking a trip right now - she has a different chair with her.

[Ugh this is the weirdest thing, must take care of but must not come on too strong. :c] Do you need anything? Food, or something to drink, or a game, maybe?

[flawedgem]

[She instinctively starts to shake her head when her stomach rumbles.

Sheepish Babs is sheepish.]

...Um. Food would be nice. [She knows she hasn't been eating much, lately.]

[peektuttut]

[He smiles, and nods.] Sure. Do you want me to take you to the mess hall, or would you rather I bring something to you?

[flawedgem]

Mess hall? [Barbara's eyes rake the room again as she speaks.] Is this some kind of base?

[peektuttut]

No, not really. Have you been on a base before?

[flawedgem]

No. I've been to a police station, though.

[peektuttut]

Oh yeah? Getting into trouble, huh?

[flawedgem]

[A faint smirk.] Not yet.

My uncle's a cop. He took me to see. [It was one of those few times she was truly, completely distracted from her loss.]

[peektuttut]

[He's pretending to know none of this, because with her he thinks it'll make things easier.] What did you think?