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The week had passed by with very little to entertain Caremlita. Well, it wasn't really a week. It wasn't even a day. To be precise, it was exactly 4 hours 22 minutes and 17 seconds, but to the young woman it had been an entire week. That was her burden to bare. To have a connection to the Speed Force, but not be chosen by the semi-sentient force of physics as a champion, it meant that every waking moment was like unto Hell. She could count the individual flaps of a humming bird's wings so easily, but couldn't hope to keep up herself. No, she could only gift [i]others[/i] with that blessing. Why? Why was she punished like this?

The young girl was thankful that another of the new Titans stayed in the lair with her. It meant that with Jude's presence there was at least [i]something[/i] happening at all times. It might have been slow and boring, but it was something apart from herself and her own thoughts. That's what she was thankful for. For a good portion of the day the boy tried to read through a book in an attempt to find out more about the accident that gave him his powers, and she read over his shoulder. Of course, she read significantly quicker than he did, so by the time he had finished turning the page, she was ready for the next. It was quite annoying when a sentence hit the end of the page, so it had to be completed on the next. By the time Jude had gotten around to turning the next one over, she had forgotten what it was that she had read. It was so long ago...

Eventually the Latina gave up on trying to follow the information. It was of a personal nature to the boy anyway, and she really couldn't keep up. Or rather, he and the book couldn't keep up with her, so it all was forgotten in the reality of a few minutes. Instead she had positioned herself at the HQ's computer in hopes that it could keep her entertained. A single touch from her finger, and the already incredible processing power grew exponentially more potent. The young girl loaded up a playlist of movies, any kind really, and hit play. There she sat for the next 2 hours, watching 27 different films played out at speeds that would leave other people wondering if the screen was actually even doing anything at all.

"Hey guys! Anybody here?!" Before Red Arrow had even finished vocalizing the 'h' sound, Carmelita reacted. The movie, some foreign flick with far too many topless women for her tastes, came to an abrupt halt as she twisted around in the monitor chair. Red had just finished "guys" as she took the sight in. He was holding a stack of pizza boxes, no doubt purchased for the team prior to the evening's training session with the Batman. Before he could vocalize the offer, she was already on her feet and moving toward him. Delicious, tantalizing dinner was so close, but so far away. Just another 30 minutes, and it would be in her hand... The distance was closing in. Red was halfway through "bought." Finally. Finally Carmelita was within arm's reach. Anticipating the terribly slow reaction of her own appendages, she had raised her hand in advance. Now it closed over one of the boxes. Which one, what kind of pizza was it? She didn't care which. In the last 20 years, or rather 2 1/2 months, she had learned not to be picky with her food when it took hours to serve. Finally, at long last she had sustenance in her grasp. Carmelita snagged the box, opened it up, and began to eat the first slice she got her hands on, all right there in the open, still standing. 

"-zza!" Red Arrow finished his declaration, and Carmelita was already chowing down. To an ignorant, outside observer, it would have appeared that an incredibly impatient and selfish girl had just grabbed food from his hands before even knowing if any of it was for her. The team knew better though. At least, they should have by now. Hopefully her demeanor wasn't misinterpreted by anybody, but at this point Carmelita really didn't give a damn.