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This is a totally logical and sensible way to do things. Shut up.

The way is: Dinah has a whole list of cities and places she wants to visit, including all over the United States; California, Pennsylvania, even Kansas, as she hasn't yet thoroughly investigated Keystone City.

She's starting in Greece.

This is, she claimed, because it's her vacation and she's always wanted to vacation in Europe and soak up the Mediterranean sun. But it's really because she's much less worried and apprehensive about what she'll find on Themiscyra than, for example, Star City, California. She hasn't even decided what she wants to find, but she can handle not finding it better if she starts with the Amazons.

Zinda's gone off to look at Egypt, after dropping Dinah off at an abandoned airfield. For some reason island-hopping on her own in a tiny plane is easier than admitting to Lady Blackhawk she doesn't know exactly which island is which on this world. Also, it feels more like a vacation.

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"Hey!" He yells. "Don't you just walk away from me!"

He clamps his arms across his chest and glares at her retreating (and very fine) form.

"Then keep up!" Dinah calls back, not bothering to turn back.

He swears under his breath, and strides after her.

At least his legs are longer.

This is humiliating.

That's the point mostly.

As he catches up, Dinah slows.

"I was out of order too."

Indy quirks an eyebrow, and waits for her to continue. He doesn't agree - that would be hypocritical, after his little rant. Well. He doesn't agree out loud, anyway.

If he's waiting, he's going to be disappointed.

She glances at him sideways, quirking an eyebrow.

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"We were both out of order," he says. "And we're both hot-tempered. Forget it?"

"Sure," Dinah says, shrugging with one shoulder.

And smirking out of the same side of her mouth as well.

Indy rolls his eyes at her,

Women!

Dinah raises an eyebrow questioning his eyeroll.

"Smug," he accuses her.

"Cocky," she returns.

Indy grins.

"You really do know me," he says.

"Yeah," Dinah agrees. Her eyes glance at his, she smirks again, and she focuses forward.

"I kinda do."

Looks at him again.

Indy purses his lips, wondering just what, exactly, she knows about him.

Dinah says NOTHING.

She is evil.

He is cute in those pants.

(She wasn't looking)

She is stunning in anything, he suspects.

(He was)

He should see her in nothing.

Yes, please?

After a few more paces, Dinah glances around her, and looks thoughtful.

"That farmhouse ahead looks desrted."

The sun's getting low, is all.

It is, indeed. Not that they couldn't go back to the airfield, of course.

Indy makes a non-committal sound. She's in charge.

As long as he realises that.

The house has little in the way of food, but it does have beds. Well. A bed.

Not that they need anything else, really. Great minds do think alike.

Indy pushes open the door, which is hanging slightly on it's hinges, and sticks his head inside.

"Seems safe," he says.