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Naomi still can't believe it.

Before, she could only see the superheroes of the Justice League on television, admiring their courage and bravery to stop evil at all costs and saving the whole world. Now, she's about to eat food cooked by another superhero like her while hanging out with some of Earth's finest heroes. 

It was a good thing the Headquarters had an elevator aside from the teleportation-thingy. The first time she used the latter was embarrassing enough, heaving and painting the floor with her breakfast that day. She's still bitter that she has teleportation sickness and she doesn't know if the others have it as well. Heck, she may be the only superhero in the history of the League to have this kind of sickness. Again, how embarrassing.

Naomi listened to the others having a conversation or two. It's not like she's that kind of girl but even if she was in the League for quite a while now, she's still nervous about approaching them personally. Sure she talked to them a couple of times during missions but never outside of it. Someday, she'll work up the courage to have a talk with them, maybe exchange a few words or so, then she can call that a day.

She heard Supergirl drumming her fingers on the table, a bit too loudly at least, then she said sorry afterwards. Naomi took a few deep breaths and stood up. She approached the Kryptonian who seems to be reading something on a few pieces of papers, perhaps about the recent happenings and incidents in the city and around the world, and sat beside her. Right now she's in normal mode with black hair and deep brown eyes but she still wore her mask as it was part of her costume/uniform.[color=f49ac2] "Hey Supergirl, what's the matter?"[/color], she asked her, determined to make new friends.

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