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Barbara Gordon can't really 'go for a walk', but even she sometimes needs fresh air. She really misses her car from back home. They haven't had time to modify any of the recovered vehicles here for use by a woman with no working legs, and that means she can't actually go too far from the farm. Still, she goes as far as she can. It's not far but it gives her at least the illusion of distance. Of solitude.

At least if she ignores the laptop tucked under her seat which will give her a signal if any7 of a dozen of her algorithmic alarms go off.

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"You'll owe me dinner."

:P

"Alright, there'll be one your way in ten. I'll meet you there, alright?"

"I think I can handle that." Babs grins. "I can probably afford dinner."

"Great," says Leah. "If y'ike curry, you'll love this place. I've been eating them outta house and home."

"I haven't had decent curry in way too long," Babs sighs wistfully. "Sounds like a treat."

"Yeah, well, it's your treat, don't forget," Leah teases. But she steps away from her computer and moves through her flat in order to get dressed. The headset comes with her.

"I think these people actually flashed in from India. English is definitely their second language."

"Ooooh," Babs grins. "A decent excuse to practice one of my other languages. That on top of good curry? I think I might owe you one even if I am paying."

"I'll have t'think of something," Leah says cheerfully.

Though she might already have something in mind.

"How's your Urdu?"

"You've probably got a list you're just waiting to spring on me, don't you?" Babs asks with an amused grin. "And... it's rusty. I don't think I've even got any field agents here who use it, so..."

"...so we'll have to find you some," Leah jokes, because that's clearly what Babs is lacking.

"Alright, babe, I can't talk while I'm on the street; people already think I'm crazy without talking to myself."

"I wonder why that is?" Babs grins. "I guess I'll just sit here and wait for that taxi."

"Sure you'll find something to do," Leah says. "I've got to cross five roads to get there. Bet you make it first."

"In my souped up chair, you bet I will." Or... not. They'll just have to see how things go.

Leah has mastered the artv of smiling audibly.

"Catch ya later, O."

As it happens, she's pretty good at navigating the roads to her new favourite curry house. She even gets a secluded table and is very pleased to be telling them that she's waiting for a redheaded woman in a wheelchair called Barbara Gordan and could they please show her to her table - and bring two rounds of popadums right now?

It's kind of relaxing not having to do any of the planning for this trip. At the same time it's kind of stressful not being in control of the little outing. So it's a smiling, yet tense, Barbara Gordon who rolls into the place about the same time the popadums come out.

"It smells heavenly in here," she declares.

"Don't it just?"

Leah finds the dips as she's talking, and is generous with the chutney on her first piece.

She's hoping Babs won't mind the resultant mess.

"Now you know what I was sourcing last week on the subcontinent."

Babs used to live with Cassandra Cain. Messy eating doesn't bother her anymore. "Ingredients," she laughs. She gets a loaded piece of her own and takes a bite. "Can't say that I blame you," she decides after she swallows. "This is pretty amazing."

"If you're gonna trade in favours," Leah says, "make sure you equip the people to repay favours well."

She waits until she thinks they're relatively alone before... well, making the small talk more personal, if not actually bigger.

"How's business?"

"Not exactly great." Barbara takes another few bites before expanding on that. "I don't even have the resources to track all of the major disasters going on, much less stop them."

She stares down at the table. "I think we're about to lose Manila."

Leah nods, though she doesn't miss a beat with her eating.

"Ready to run evac?"

"Already setting it up," Babs nods. "But... I don't have the transport to get everyone out before the perimeter collapses."

"Need more transport?" Leah asks. "Isn't one of your world's heaviest hitters around now?"

"There's an idea..." Babs muses as she takes another bite. "But we're still looking at thousands of people to move."

"Alright," says Leah, "so you need more mass transportation. Does it need to be air? What's the land route like?"

"We might be able to punch a route out of the city, but then I don't know where I'd send anyone. The island's not in good shape."

"No, but it'll buy you time," Leah says. "What air support do you have - do you want a drink? Longer I stay here, the more I'm into wine."

Yes, this is just dinner conversation to her.