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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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"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.

"Time's good. Fuel would be better." She takes another bite. "I suppose one glass couldn't hurt." Babs doesn't drink much, but... a little is okay.

"You'll have to call the waiter over," Leah points out. "I'm ready to order food, too."

But first, she'll take another shard of poppadum.

"I thought you guys had an alternate fuel source. Isn't that what's keeping the Aerie up?"

"Well, I've managed to secure a couple of fuel depots. Stuff the military had stashed. But that's not enough to keep a major air fleet running. The real problem is that I could probably scrape together enough for Manila, but then what would I do for the next emergency?"

Most people won't be able to pick out the tightness in her voice, or the way she carefully avoids mentioning the Aerie One. Most people aren't Leah.

"Trading a now for a future?" Leah says, just slightly closed.

She notices the avoidance of the Aerie, and drops the subject as not one relevant to the problem at hand,

"OK, punch through what land escape you can. Get people in crowd control. What magic and paras have you got on hand?"

"Not something I'm happy about doing," Babs shakes her head.

"I can get you a list. But, as always, fewer people with transport-related powers than I'd like."

"Not unless you need help," Leah says, meaning when it gets to beyond just dinner conversation - which may be tomorrow, for all she knows.

"But I'd run damage control over full control. Last I heard it was multiple threats? Take down Godzilla, isolate the zombie plague and deal with the little green guys next week."

Those are all just metaphors, but she's willing to have taken a lucky guss or two.

"I've been in damage control mode for months," Babs sighs. "It's all 'save most of the civilians but still lose hundreds' day after day after day." It's wearing on her. If it hadn't been for that forced vacation she probably would have had a breakdown by now.

She waves to catch the attention of the waiter.

"Breathe," Leah says. "And first thing tomorrow send me a mission report."

If there's a hole to fix another thousand or so people, Leah'll find it.

"Y'don't use me enough, Babs."

"I know," Barbara admits quietly. "I'm not used to working with another planner." She's not really used to working with many people at all. Oracle gives orders, she doesn't take council.

"See, that's your first mistake," Leah says. "I'm not a planner. I dela with what we have to do now.

"And what you have to do now involves a Chicken Tikka."

"I like this plan," Babs grins. "And... I suppose I should give you a buzz when I need someone to coordinate an evac or something, huh?"

She shrugs. "I didn't want to intrude, though."

"Intrude on my very important moping around the house," Leah clarifies.

"Bloody hell, Babs. You can imagine how much I get out the house."

That draws a snort. "About as much as me, I bet." She shakes her head. "I don't know... I just... don't want to intrude." And Leah was independent enough to make Barbara ever so slightly uncomfortable.

"Babs," Leah says. "You saved my life. I don't think there's anything I'd consider you intruding upon."

"Well... there is that," Barbara admits a bit sheepishly. "I'll plug you into my 'oh crap' team, I suppose. They're a good group, but it would be kind of nice to be able to send them somewhere without having to babysit."

Leah laughs. "I'm always up for some baby sitting."

"You're gonna regret telling me that," Babs teases.

"Probably," Leah says. "But otherwise I'm just sitting at home waiting for people to visit."

"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you." Babs smiles. It'll actually be nice to offload some of that stress.

That's the idea, according to Leah.

"Just 'cause you warned me doesn't mean I'm not going to complain," she says, covering her bases.

When the waiter announces his presence, she grins.

"Do you have any more of that Sauvignon blanc you had last week? We'll have a bottle of that, and I'll have the Thali."

"I happen to be crazy enough to trust her," Babs tells the waiter. "So I'll have what she's having."