Zhang's eyes grew weary as she watched bag after bag circle around the conveyor belt like one of those hypnotic circles that seemed to go on forever. She looked at the small, black watch that rested on her dainty wrist. It was edging close and closer to 2am, China time that is. She looked up at a large clock hanging on the wall opposite and adjusted her watch accordingly, she was going to have a hell of a lot of jetlag, that was for sure.

Finally her suitcase slowly made its way around to her. She picked it off the conveyor belt and got on her way, explaining to the security guards that the reason she was carrying knives in her bag was because 'Batman said it was fine' was hard enough back in China, where she wasn't jet lagged, it was going to be a hell of a lot harder with the feeling of tiredness that was becoming more and more troublesome as the day went on.

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It had been a few days since she'd arrived in America and, Zhang was anxious to meet her new team. She'd been informed about their recent fight, and knew about their losses. She was more anxious that she'd say something inappropriate than she was about meeting them in all honesty. She'd dressed appropriately enough for the occasion, she actually put on a baggy pair of jogging bottoms and a zip-up hoodie, rather than her usual attire of board shorts and a t-shirt. 

She approached the hotel room, hesitating before she knocked on the door. She breathed in and breathed out rather heavily as a futile attempt to stop the feeling of nervousness overcoming her. Nevertheless, she put on a smile and knocked on the door. No answer. This was problematic. Being herself, Zhang simply turned the handle and took a step in, seeing the rather messy room along with a rather tall boy attempting to clean the room.
[color=0072bc]"Uh, I'm looking for the Titans?"[/color] She asked.