The girl made a quick exit after that, casually fading outta existence, the same teleporting trick she had exhibited earlier. Aaron, who had skulked in moments before, whistled in appreciation. 

"That's really something," he said in awe. "Wonder how she manages that. I imagine it must be some form of disassembly of her base molecules an. . . " Galahad shushed him quiet, knowing that if he let the doctor have his way then they'd both be sitting there all night listening to drivel. 

"Not interested Aaron." he said, leveraging himself out of the chair. 

"But. . . but, if I could just repli. . . " 

"Nope, I like my molecules the way they are, good an assembled." He pulled the last of the armour off and made for the recently vacated cot. That's all he wanted in the world right now, just to catch some shut eye. Every thing looked better in the morning, even the fact that you'd let a dangerous assassin escape the night before, just to save a girl you'd just met. 

"You're going to bed? Already? But we have so much to discuss, like Deadshot's escape, and this new 'Blink' girl, the one that knows our location now, thanks to you!" moaned Aaron. He could teach a toddler a thing or two about grumping. Galahad vented a satisfied sigh as he dumped himself upon the cot. 

"Tell you what Aaron. Next time you go out on the mission and I'll sit here and bitch down the phone the whole time. You can be the one that fights the dangerous sociopath, you can be the one to have a building collapse on you and you can be the one to decide whether it's better to leave a girl to a sordid fate or to compromise your own safety. Then I can wait until you get back, and demand you stay up to 'talk', like a woman." With that outta the way he turned over, and closed his eyes. Aaron didn't say much after that.