Well this was new. No overly famous males in masks with, on the whole, less-than-friendly manners. This time, it was a girl. A green girl. After a few moments, Omi's posture relaxed and he accepted-- as well as one could accept without prior bracing-- the not-quite-human and her floating tray that he still didn't know what to do with. Probably just leave it alone.
She seemed friendly? Omi was hesitant to trust that too much, but he had to admit it was a more welcome presence than Robin's. He wondered why she was there. Was this another test of Batman's?
Then came the words and... oh. Crap. English. Omi got the first part, Can I, and he knew the word for head, but mind link was lost on him. He took a moment to try to remember syntax and vocabulary from his classes.
"What is... mind link?" He asked in heavily accented English.
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She seemed friendly? Omi was hesitant to trust that too much, but he had to admit it was a more welcome presence than Robin's. He wondered why she was there. Was this another test of Batman's?
Then came the words and... oh. Crap. English. Omi got the first part, Can I, and he knew the word for head, but mind link was lost on him. He took a moment to try to remember syntax and vocabulary from his classes.
"What is... mind link?" He asked in heavily accented English.