[i]Isaac Grant.[/i]  Rhea smiled as she said his name in her mind.  One of these days, if she ever comes back from Hell, she might have to ask Isaac if ever he had mind-reading abilities; coincidentally, she'd been wanting to know his real name just quite recently.  She couldn't help but chuckle at how ridiculously good it felt to know and say the teen's name; it was as if she knew his secret identity.  Still, the mere fact that he whispered it to her instead of blurting it out in the open would mean that he wasn't ready to reveal who he really is just yet.  There was really a difference in calling someone by their name.  If you merely call out using their aliases or pseudonyms, you just address their surface, their masks.  But, to call them using their name is to invoke their very being, their very soul.  At least, that's what Rhea believed.  Hence, she only called those close to her by their names; others are called by some other fitting nickname that she could remember easily.  However, as much as Teapot 2.0's pheromones were daring her to look at the demigod, there was a new sensation that overrode whatever logic or sanity Rhea had left.  She couldn't stifle her spine from tingling beautifully when Isaac whispered in her ear; his voice huskier than normal.  But, the main catalyst for the healer to be flustered would probably be attributed to the way he revealed his secret as well as the moment he opened up, just for a fleeting moment, his weakness to her.  None of his words went unnoticed, unfortunately, causing Rhea to turn a darker shade of red as time ticked on and on.  

Furthermore, as much as she wanted to tell the lad that she would want, that she would try her best to return...  she didn't say it.  After all, Isaac mattered too much to be led on by something that Rhea couldn't even assure herself of.  Instead, she reached into the pockets of her robe, pulling out a patch of cloth that was neatly sewn and fixed.  It was a wee bit crumpled, but for her, it mattered not.  On that cloth was a large 'S' in the centre, the colours flourishing brighter than usual.  However, at the back of the cloth, just along the edges, was a cross-stitched lettering of her alias:  Cell.  It seemed to say that...  she's always got his back; even the Boy of Steel needed someone to watch his back for him.  How Rhea found time to repair such a torn cloth that flew at her face was beyond even her, but she was sure glad that she completed it.  She nimbly placed the cloth in his hands, closing his fist around it.  [color=aba000]"Ne'vr be forgettin' who you are, [i]Isaac[/i]."[/color]  An awkward grin threatening to tear at her mouth as she whispered his name as if it was something sacred-- which, technically, it was.     

There had to be a reason for such an expression, right?  It was bad, really bad to be feel [i]this[/i] happy due to giving a simple gift.  Still, as she prevented herself from getting too happy and giddy from such a simple occurrence, a voice resonated from outside the hideout.  What unnerved the healer was the fact that it was an unfamiliar one and, for another, how in the seven hells did this person know where they were?!  Instantly, her eyes bolted to the entryway, half-expecting a wave of policemen to burst in, guns loaded, and begin pumping their guts with lead.  Well, in hindsight, everyone would be able to take them out, no problem.  Heck, Isaac could take them all whilst she lounged and sipped Earl Grey Tea.  Thus, she made no hostile movements, choosing to sit this one out whilst the Teen Titans sort it out.  As Smokey allowed the guy in, and Isaac taking his place behind the intruder, ready to melt his bones, Rhea observed the person.  It seemed that he was a friend of Sandy.  Speaking of that Litter-box, where had he gone?  Rhea hadn't seen him inside the tower during the zombie attack-- alive or dead.  But, now, he was missing, apparently.

It all seemed too sketchy, too convenient.  For all they knew, Luthor would have already hired this person to infiltrate their ranks.  Well, it wasn't much of Rhea's problem since she was going, literally, to Hell anyway.  If he was a turncoat, it'd be a problem for Smokey and the others.  Probably, Isaac could take him on, but...  well, what if there were a myriad of outcomes to this?  

Rhea immediately slapped her palms against her cheeks.  What the hell had happened to her?  She never doubted, she always trusted.  This was not the time for doubts and fears.  Rhea opted to leave that anxiety to the others, but never for her.  She cared about life too much to be able to doubt one.  As the boy began to speak, asking for their assistance, the healer deigned a glance at Smokey, their leader.  Then, she eyed the guest once more, trying to scrutinize his existence.  After a few minutes, Rhea breathed heavily, a small smile forming on her lips.  [color=aba000]"Smokey, I know dat it ain't be my place to be sayin' dis, but..."[/color]  she began.  [color=aba000]"...perhaps it be good fer ye guys to assist dis lad 'ere."[/color]  the healer eyed her fellow female.  [color=aba000]"We be too few a'ready.  If it be true dat Litter-Box be really missin', then, it might be a good idea to be findin' 'im.  He,"[/color]  Rhea gestured to the lad. [color=aba000] "...can be helpin' ye as well.  I be thinkin' dat ye could be usin' wha'ever hand, tentacle, or suit ye can be findin'."[/color]

Rhea bit her lip in frustration as she struggled to find the right words to say.  Her eyes settled down on Isaac as if he was her answer.  Friend.  Ally.  Comrade.  Someone important.  At that moment, Rhea realized that the idea that is driving this lad is the hope of finding his friend once more.  The current titans weren't the best of friends, but they were friends nonetheless (for Rhea, at least).  They were all gears in a one big clock; if they lose more of the necessary parts, the whole clock suffers.  This was evident when Lock n' Load kicked the bucket.  If anything, Rhea wanted this questing lad to never experience the pain of losing someone that they held dear; without that treasured person, it was never going to be the same.  [color=aba000]"After all, Litter-Box be our comrade, aight?  We dun be leavin' anyone behind, not any more.  Wid his help, ye could also be findin' Batty as well."[/color]  Rhea shifted her eyes once more on their banner of hope, clearing her throat.  [color=aba000]"We can't be losin' any more titans dan da ones dat we've already lost...  than da ones dat we're gonna be losin' soon."   [/color]