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Talon tossed his Court of Owls styled mask onto a seat inside the jet while the others were strapping themselves in. Rain had quickly taken the pilot's controls (again Talon feeling again his leadership being threatened with these small aggressions.) He turned to look around at the team as they caught their breath. The end of the mission came quite suddenly, as things seemed to be going perfectly fine in one instant, and then absolutely haywire the next. The frustrating part to Talon being that he was certain it wasn't his Squad to blame. Zatara, Mirage and Cybergirl all delivered. Talon took half a step to tell each of them that individually but...the mission was over now. Talking about this sort of thing now would be difficult. He didn't know if he could manage it beyond gruff expressions or anger. And he wasn't angry at [i]them[/i]. He was proud. That part of him won out. The others all looked as though they were absorbing the fallout. Metamorph looked rather stricken - it was hard to tell with them sometimes. Weirdly enough, he was stuck to the ceiling of the jet. Meanwhile, Hex looked ill. Something was either on his mind, or he was just as disturbed by the pace of the mission as Talon was.

Finding an easy middle ground, Talon thought it best to approach Zatara. After the training exercises from their earlier days, Zatara had shown a part of himself that was particularly vulnerable. Talon had heard about the violent episode between him and Mirage. Now however, the two of them had demonstrated a really cohesive team. Their quick thinking to create an escape route enabled all of Squad A to get out of the base without issue. Talon opened his mouth to say something to the boy, but hesitated on his words. Instead he furrowed his brow and clapped the magician on the shoulder. That would have to be reassuring enough for now. Mirage meanwhile was sitting not far from Metamorph, likely hoping to get the details of his solo escapade during the mission. From behind him, Talon heard Rain call out to Zatara.

Talon turned his attention to the pilot seat.

In the middle of the mission, Rain had come onto the comms, nearly barking orders at him. Talon knew that Rain had questioned the decisions to put him in charge, whether out of some petty jealousy or some misguided belief in thinking he'd be a better choice in leader. But things ended up differently. Talon felt himself tense all over. The others might not see it, but Rain's holier than thou attitude and judgemental eyes were fixed on all of them. Talon was just susceptible to it due to his own growing inferiority complex. The way Rain silently absorbed the actions and words of the others. Talon knew it came with a harsh critique deep down.

Talon started to walk towards Rain at the front of the ship, with purpose. He'd grab him by his stupid collar and confront him over how Squad B had likely almost gotten them all in deeper trouble. As he walked, he passed a bundle of blankets breathing on another seat. But Talon was almost too distracted to give them a second glance. But he spotted her. The blankets were in fact his teammate, Nymph. Something was wrong with her. She looked pale white, and her breath was shallow - something was affecting her beyond the standard sort of cold weather they were all dealing with at once. Nymph was trying to stay as warm as possible wrapped in her shroud. Talon was of two minds. His raw mind went straight to frustration. The kind of thoughts he'd have from the before-times. Before Nightwing and the others. His second thoughts were on trying to help her. Nymph, as much of a stranger as she was still (and they were all strangers, really) had helped Talon more than once already. She had taken the time to communicate with him, to include him. That spoke to something in Talon he didn't quite know he had. Or had been beaten out of him by the Court of Owls. The boy named Talon felt frozen looking down at her, although not in the same way as she was dealing with. Wishing he could sign something quickly, he took out his phone in order to better get his words across to her while she looked so tired. He typed out the following:

"You have to rub your chest. Your arms will take care of themselves. Something Batman taught Nightwing." 

Nymph already had the blankets that were aboard the Jet, there wasn't much he felt he could do for her. And he certainly didn't want to crowd her. Knowing this team, it was likely someone else could check on her in a real way, in the kinds of ways that Talon wasn't able to just yet. Let someone more capable help her. Like Hex, or Cybergirl. Talon had to put these complicated feelings of wanting to sympathize to better use. But of course, they turned into that same familiar anger. With himself. With everyone. With everything.

As Rain was preparing to eat something, Talon stood just behind him.

[color=ed1c24][b]"Mission Report."[/b][/color] He asked, fighting the urge to do so through gritted teeth. He wanted to know what had caused the issue in the first place. Including with what had happened with Nymph...