[color=598527][h1]The Warden//Episode One//Why do we Even Have These Droids[/h1][/color]

One nice thing about having a bench press of 1 ton and 3 vines sticking out of your back? you can carry a fuckton of boxes. Warden was happy with this; being able to grab all the rest of the things that needed to be transferred from this storage room to the mainfraim room was useful... made the job quicker. As he slowly made his way back, he took a bit more time to mull over what had happened in the past few days. Nth Metal was a dangerous thing for the Society to get their hands on - the last thing the League needed was a bunch of low level criminals ending up with superpowers thanks to it, and he sure as hell hoped they hadn't gotten much - if any - when they attacked STAR Labs. Question didn't seem to be of much use on the issue, having locked himself in his room the past couple of days. In general, Q was turning out to be less helpful than the Warden could have hoped, the more he got to know him. As he was learning more, he was figuring out that the faceless man was as much conspiracy theorist as actual problem solver, and it made discerning the truths from his fictions hard. The massive mental walls he put up between himself and everyone else didn't exactly help his case either, even if he was right most of the time.

He eventually made it up to the room, and was surprised to see Supergirl already in there. He assumed that she had heard him coming, and saw no need to announce his arrival just yet. At any rate, she seemed to be thinking, and it would be rude to interrupt. He set down the boxes where he was told to, and that was that. It was mostly electronics and metal bits - probably some sort of improvements to something in the room. None of that was really his business; for the techheads to deal with, not him. 

Supergirl seemed to be done thinking. [color=598527]"Do you wish to help?"[/color] he asked her [color=598527]"there's still a bit left to move down to the lower levels"[/color]

([@Unknown100])