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At a time that's not the time they're all in Metropolis, there is a pair of fishnet tights out in the training field.

They're being worn by Dinah, who is stretching and warming up and waiting to see who's going to turn up for a training session, which is really the only reason you'd ctach her at the farm these days.

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"No," Dinah says. "It doesn't work like that. The safe zone is just where there aren't portals opening. you can still enter through mundane means, and I don't think anyone's thought about defenses on that scale."

Dinah's not sure she likes the idea.

Jean's sure she doesn't either.

"What do people get trained expecting to face?"

"Everything," Dinah says. "Anything. I don't really plan out what we're going to get attacked by."

"How true." Jean's lips turned upward in amusement at the words. It sounded more and more like home, even with it being entirely different scenery for the foundation of it.

"I'll join in starting tomorrow."

"Glad to have you."

And because it hadn't been said yet, "I'm Dinah."

"Jean." She nodded and offered her hand. "New, but settling in well."

"Babs mentioned you," Dinah confirms, and her smile widens. "If you ever want to go train somewhere more private..."

There isn't a shift in her expression, either toward a smile or a frown. There is a a small, singular, nod of her head at the offer.

"I would not be against that in addition, but I have to admit I have missed working around people."

Sleepy absence of the grave. The solitary warmth of the White Hot Room.

"I'd insist on that anyway," Dinah says. "If you're going to fight alongside people, you should train alongside them."

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