Smith sat on the floor of his room, cross legged and eyes closed. He was trying to meditate. Key word in that sentence was trying. He stood up and straightened his clothes. In the two months he'd been with the Titans he'd figured out who all of them were and they had all pissed him off. And right now was one of the reasons why. John stalked out of his room and into the kitchen. "NOVA!" John shouted as he saw the alien stirring up some foul smelling concotion. "I've said this many times before. You can't cook. Take the hint and let someone who can make us food because that smell has made this house smell awful!" John continued. And then he realized that he was shouting like he used to when he was still the Smith that killed. "Please?" John added in a quieter tone as he walked out of the kitchen a tad less agressively and back to his room.