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[color=9e0b0f][b]Location: Mt. Justice
Interactions: Hex, Rain, Cybergirl, Nymph[/b][/color][/center]

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Talon had finished changing after his post-training session shower, substituting his usual hero garb for turtleneck and slacks. He replaced his domino mask with a pair of dark glasses, heeding Nightwing's suggestion at continuing to keep his real face secret. Realizing that it was unlikely he'd be able to walk the halls without running into one or some of the others, Talon considered whether or not he should leave his dorm. The thought of being on the receiving end of one of Viktor's smug empty looks was almost too much to bear. But Talon's hunger ultimately won out. He stepped out into the hallway and headed out towards the lounge/kitchen area. He wasn't certain on the complete layout of the building just yet, having only been there a night. He would have to pay more attention to the base's winding halls and many corners. He did know that the lounge and kitchen were on the third level.

As he crested the hall, Talon heard voices in the lounge. Hex was talking to the bird, and the two of them were watching TV. Talon crossed behind the two of them watching some sort of reality tv program. Dick had told Talon that if he wanted to learn more about reality, reality tv was [b]not[/b] the way to go. Talon passed the two of them, the bird chirping away at his familial friend. Talon wondered how long Hex and the bird had been together. Or if they'd ever really been apart. Talon shuddered at the thought of not ever being able to have time to themselves. He realized he knew very little about Hex and his history. In fact, he knew very little about the history of his a lot of his teammates. Nightwing had brought him up to speed about the superhero identities of his new friends, and they were more than willing to share their real names with Talon. Red Tornado had each of them demonstrate their abilities early on in the tour. Talon would have a hard time explaining what it was that Hex could do. He thought of saying something to him about the mission training earlier, including the sparring session they each had taken part in. Talon felt better after his hot shower - he always did. But he wasn't sure what to say yet, and his grumbling stomach lead him to the cabinets across the way.

The kitchen was filled with modern appliances, and Talon frowned at the fridge with way too many buttons. Instead of opting to wrestle with it, Talon grabbed a slice of wheat bread that was in the breadbox, opened a drawer with silverware, and made himself a sandwich. Banana and Peanut Butter - a healthy source of protein. He leaned against the countertops, watching television over Hex's shoulder, having a hard time hearing the show over Coal's chittering.

Moments later, the main hall opened up again, and in came the rest of "Team Canary." Cybergirl and Rain had made their way back, and Rain was softly carrying in Nymph in his strong arms. He held her effortlessly. Talon averted his eyes, embarrassed at the sight of both of them. He wondered if Nymph should have been moved at all, laying the way that she was. It may have been some sort of photosynthesis. Talon was aware that some metahumans require natural resources to replenish their strength or heal their words - Superman himself famously getting charged by the sun. Cybergirl and Rain were speaking to each other, and Talon felt himself interrupting.

[color=9e0b0f][b]"The others, are they sparring? It would have been informative to have watched."[/b][/color]

Again, he was finding himself speaking up more and more, but still only when it came to the mission, to the job. There was more he wanted to say, more he wondered how to express. Should he challenge Rain then and there? In his younger days, that's exactly what he would have done. But they were a team now. And honestly, Talon was just grateful that the others had helped him when he needed it. As exposed as that made him feel. He felt a sort of inferiority complex rise from within him, wondered at this place on the team and what the others would make of his mistake. Even the others who had barely spoken to him since he had arrived. He took the last bite he had left and turned to the sink to wash his dishes. It was important to stay clean.