Kendra grimaced slightly as Armory came stumbling into the room, just as the Question seemed like he was about to say something, very likely a protest against her being adamant that she was okay. Armory was soon followed by a Ditto clone, coming to ask if everyone was alright. Kendra sank lower in her chair each time everyone asked that she really hoped the whole team wouldn't come barging in here. She really needed a moment to herself to reflect on what she had just experienced and try and figure out whether it would be wise to try again.

She opened her mouth, about to politely ask if everyone would leave her alone, when the Question spoke up again, this time demanding that everyone was silent before...

... before starting to call out every detail about Kendra's life. Her childhood, how she had become a hero. Kendra especially felt her hands clench into fists when she heard him mention Juliet and her shoulders tensed. Had Question started revealing all this information to her in private, she would have been annoyed, yes, but she would have at least been able to keep relatively composed. In front of all these people? Where the hell had even got this information? For one moment, she wondered if the League had told him before noting that 1. the way he was speaking made it sound like these were all separate facts that he had gathered from different sources before piecing them all together and 2. he didn't mention Mammon. He didn't know about her deal. The League knew, but they seemingly hadn't told anyone. She suppressed a sigh of relief, though she wasn't sure why she was relieved. Why did she care so much if these people, these virtual strangers, knew about the deal, about her life? She didn't know them, she didn't care about their opinion on her, did she? Or maybe it was just didn't want to be judged for her decisions. Sure, she'd done some reckless things in the past, her pact with Mammon obviously making the top of her list, but she had no right to be judged for them. They were her choices, dammit, and she wouldn't be the person she was today if she hadn't made them. 

_I have no regrets,_ Kendra thought to herself. _Not one. Not a single one of my actions would I dare take back if I had the choice._ And she'd keep telling herself this over and over again until she completely believed it.

The Question eventually stopped spilling out various facts on, complimented her on being brave and tenacious - or as close to a proper compliment she'd get from him, she supposed - and asked her to tell him the truth, clearly not convinced by her protests and claiming he wanted to help. Kendra wasn't entirely sure how to respond to this. Part of her wanted to punch him in the face for having the guts to talk to her like that. Another part of her wanted to shout at him and tell him to mind his own business. Regardless, she wanted to do anything but the tell the truth. If anyone was going to help her, it would be someone from the Justice League, someone responsible, someone trusted would be able to actually help her. It would not be the Question. He may be smart but he had no powers, seemingly no knowledge of the paranormal or anything that would have been of any use to her. Besides, he had only been in the room with her for less than quarter of an hour and already, he was starting to really piss her off.

Sarin intervened, telling the Question to lay off Kendra, but Kendra finally looked towards her now small audience and shook her head. "It's fine," she said. "_I'm_ fine. Really." She felt her headache worsen and she increased the pressure on her temple. She then glanced over at the Question. "As for you, ever heard of invasion of privacy? Because you don't see me spying into your future with my powers and the blurting out to a whole room of people what will happen to you in five years or so. So could you please do me the same courtesy and not go around telling everyone about my personal life from now on, alright?" she muttered. She didn't raise her voice as she felt it would put her in an immature light if she started shouting, and kept her voice to relatively quiet tone.

She then stood up. "Anyway, I think I'm going to have a lie down. My head feels like it's about to explode." It was a lame excuse, though it wasn't exactly a lie either. Her head was aching like crazy, though she had no idea if this was because of her earlier vision or because of the Question's behaviour. 

Either way, she headed towards the door and made an attempt to edge past the small group gathered in the room, hoping no one would try to stop her as she attempted to make her escape.