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Leah is in a good mood today. It's warm out, and she's had a successful raiding in local flats. And now, she's ready to talk to people again. Oracle mentioned that there might be other people manning her line,which is fine by Leah, she's only after a chat, anyway.

"All right, anyone there?"

[OOC: open to pretty much anyone with SW radio access, who knows Babs and might be asked to man a channel to the Innovator, or anyone else with a way to talk to her. No rescuing, please.]

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"In my experience, they don't."

Jo said, with a very small, almost frown.

Needless to say she didn't exact wager to add that was saving that naive, stupid type of person from darkness so they could go on living stupidly as such.

But she was thinking.

"True," Leah agrees. "I know a lot of people whose secret identity would be at risk if they did."

"Know a lot of people with secret identities, do you?"

Jo's tone was jovially amused, even as her expression was ironically quirked.

"One or two," Leah admits. "Get a few in my line of work back home."

Jo shifted, pressing her feet against the concrete between two scrawled words.

"Where's home for you?"

"Liverpool," Leah says cheerfully, as if it hadn't been obvious from her accent. "You?"

Jo shrugged, even to the empty space around her. A fingernail suddenly needing the the most of her attention.

"Don't got one."

"Who, then?"

Jo snorted.

"Yeah, that doesn't work out well either. Reasonably there was a place and a people, ass crack of Nebraska, some years and life ago, but the multiverse ain't your best friend when it comes to things like that."

"Well, my home's not on this world," Leah points out.

Jo didn't say that wasn't her point.

She just ran a finger over that nail she was still staring at.

"Haven't yet met anyone's who was."

"No," Leah admits. "We're all in this together, I guess. Only some of us have more food than others, y'know?"

Jo snorted.

"I have alcohol covered?"

No one was convincing her it was less important than peanut butter and weeks old stale chips.

"I have that, too," Leah says cheerfully. "Wine and German beer.

"Shit, I want an ale so badly here."

"Not that they have much selection here in middle of nowhere, but I can keep my eye for some. Then there could be celebrating your discovery."

"If you can find decent ale in America I'll be your friend for life," Leah promises.

Jo laughed.

"Deal."

The oddity and the near impossibility was enough of an amusing challenge, after all they'd all beat impossible odds getting pulled here.

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