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Tobias doesn't like Metropolis all that much, but it's not as bad as it could be. After all, it's not really a... metropolis. Not a bustling one. Sure there are tons of refugees, but that's just a drop in the bucket of what the city is designed to handle.

He's spent the past few days watching Rachel work out. She runs hard, practices gymnastics, and generally pushes herself. He's not surprised by the pushing, but it's new to see her working out her human body. Not that he disagrees with her reasoning, of course.

And it's been nice just to be near her again. He feels like the three years without her were a bad dream.

He's been out hunting, and now he's gliding back to their most recent crash space.

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The shadow catches her eyes where it cross the second time and she looked up, shading her eyes with one hand, to watch the bird in flight.

He whirls and flares, flapping hard to hover in place for a moment to make sure she can see him.

Jo's not a naturist, but she's gotten slightly used to how Rachel can take a form and make it for a moment more and less than what an animal would be like.

It's not Rachel but there's something there that makes her pause.

Then raise her hand and wave once, a sideways movement.

Tobias slowly lets himself drift downward and comes to a landing nearby.

"Hey."

It's polite even if she doesn't expect anything in return.

He is though getting a glance over since he's sitting. For a bird, she supposed he wasn't too bad. Even if she probably couldn't pick him out of a group.

(Yet.)

He blinks at her in silence.

Jo's hand is hooked half in her pocket.

But her mind is on the gun tucked in her jeans.

"It is you, right?"

Because she really doesn't want to be talking to a real nothing.

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He bobs his head in acknowledgment and agreement.

"Oh. Good."

Jo shifted her weight on her feet (and was quite promptly not as focused on how far her weapon was from her hand).

"You doing okay with, you know, everything so far?"

There's a gestured blaise wave with her free hand on everything.

Another head-bob.

<How long have you known Rachel?> he asks without preamble.

Her shoulders tense, but then relax.

It's a different voice than shes had before.

"Long enough." Five months. "Why?"

It's not defensive. If anything, it's protective.

The way his wings rise and fall might make someone think of a shrug. It's a very un-birdlike gesture.

It really, really is.

Jo's head tilted, eyes narrowing on him with wary curiosity.

"You worried about her?"

<Should I be?> Tobias has had plenty of practice, so it isn't hard for him to convey a challengingly raised eyebrow with tone alone..

Jo's not the best person to ask that of.

But she was the one asked, so.

"Nope."

<So you know her pretty well,> Tobias says, voice neutral. Of course it's usually neutral, so that doesn't mean much.

"Yes."

Jo'd like to think so.

In fact, she'd kind of like it to be more true than than where it is.

<So you've known her a while,> Tobias clarifies.

"I found her when she was new in."

This isn't exactly an answer to his clarification.

That doesn't stop it from being entirely honest, either.

<Ah.>

Because that's a useful thing to say.

Jo may not have covered that flicker of an amused smile.

She may not have been really trying.

"Have any more questions?"

Another wing-lifting shrug.

That's it.

For now.

Jo could handle that.

It easy for a lifetime bar girl.

"So, you're from her world. Same universe and time line?"

He bobs his head. <Three years after she... left.>

Jo's shifted her hand in her pocket.

"She was just gone?"

Well, wasn't that different from Milliways.

Stupid apocalypse verse.