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So Sam's gone off to Nebraska with Dean and Jo. this is good; Leah approves, especially as he took a radio so Leah can find him if she needs him.

She's determined not to need him. which is perfectly normal and just one of Leahs' 'totally independent and needs no one and ntohgin, thank you' quirks she's got going on. Besides, Oracle was true to her word and is providing Leah with plenty to do. In between missions from afar, she's busying herself with things that distract her from thinking about how much she wants him around.

One of those things is heavy metal music. Which is why she's leaving her apartment in Metropolis; she knows a market that occasionally trades in scavaneged goods. that they often contain CDs.

Catch her there or en route, or even on the radio - Innovator is always wired in.

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"Not from anything important," Leah says, and shrugs. "You wanna come over for a cuppa?"

"Yeah, I'd-"

A pause and blink.

"A what?"

"Of tea," Leah explains.

"Or coffee, whichever. It's instant, though."

"Oh. Yeah, sure. I wanted to talk to you anyway."

"Really?"

Leah fails to sound surprised, although she's not sorry to hear it in any way.

"Something I can do or something I've done?"

Rachel smiles, amused by the question. "Both, kind of. It's... well, it's a job. If you're interested."

"Always."

Leah doesn't know the meaning of overworked. She leads the way back to her apartment, keeping the conversation vague while they're outside.

Out of respect for Rachel, more than her own paranoia.

"You definitely want this version of me?"

The blind one. She feels it's best to ask.

Rachel follows along, letting the conversation stay vague. She might not have bothered a few hours before - before she spoke to Val and found out practically the entire farm knew already. No reason to add more to that mass of people.

She's surprised by Leah's question, though. "I came looking for this version of you. Heavy hitters, we've got. It's someone that knows what the hell is going on and how to coordinate big attacks that we don't."

"Just checking," Leah says, unphased. "I used to have different talents.

"Coordination's where I am now." Which is a yes, as she opens the door to her apartment to let Rachel in.

"Living room's on the far left. Tea?"

Rachel shrugs, glad that the subject is dropped. She follows along and automatically looks around the apartment, curious. "No, thanks. I'm okay."

Leah doesn't make one for herself, and just goes through to the living room, folding herself up in one of the chairs. she doesn't invite Rachel to sit down, but she does assume she will.

The apartment isn't exactly sparse - it's filled with equipment both electrical and tools - but it is meticulously tidy and square - bookshelves are packed with Braille volumes, CDs are similarly labelled. Leah had a stick outside, that retracts now as she's home, and the whole place is squared away so she can find everything she needs out of habit.

"So tell me about the thing."

Rachel takes a seat in the opposite chair. She's not often around people who feel the need to invite someone to sit down, anyway.

"It started in Texas," she says, looking around while she speaks. At least Leah won't accused her or being nosy. "I found a building, a sort of castle.

"Made out of... out of skin. Flesh."

She frowns at the memory, shaking her head. "There was a guy there, human, firing up a bunch of creatures. I don't know what they were, but they got real excited when I dropped in. I was a dragon then."

Leah pulls a disgusted face, but falls short of actual horror.

"Did they engage you?"

"No. They celebrated."

Rachel's wrinkled nose smooths into a slight smirk.

"I engaged them."

OK, Leah appreciates that. "With any luck?"

"Not much. They were pretty surprised and no one tried to fight back. It was just too big - and I hadn't actually seen them do anything."

This last is admitted grudgingly. The fact that the castle was made out of skin should have been enough but, at the time, wasn't.

"I got some friends together later. We went down and destroyed it but it was close."

"Did you see what kind of flesh?"

Leah's aware flesh is disgusting, but there's a question here.

In any case, when Rachel's in morph flesh isn't just flesh. It can also be lunch.

"Human. Not by sight, but it was."

"How could you tell?"

The tone is still just questioning. Leah wants to know.

"Something about your morph?"

Rachel shifts in her chair. There's discomfort in the motion, but nothing she'd ever admit to.

"The scent. The dragon's a predator, it could tell the difference between types of meat."

Leah nods, more comfortable for the knowledge.

"Alright. So the castle's gone. But something escaped?"

"The guy did, the human. He called himself the Father and skipped out while we were busy." Rachel shakes her head, frowning. She'd never actually seen him in Texas but he'd spoken to her in her head. She's not a fan of creatures with that much power.

"A while back, this... thing, a messenger he sent, found me and my friend and told us about another structure he was setting up in Detroit."

"This is after the first destruction?" Leah guesses.

"Sounds like he wanted to taunt you."

"That's what we thought. It was too easy. But she starts going on about how he gave her conflicting messages, how he seemed to switch personalities or something." Rachel shrugs, still frowning. "Whatever.

"I've been to Detroit since, just to check it out, and it's different this time. It's not just a structure - it's the entire city."

Leah scowls more visibly.

"OK, so you wanna go back, right? Get rid of him for definite?"