[ Life took them in two different directions. Their responsibility was to a city that they called home. Halfway across the world. All dealing with their own problems. It would have been simple for Hana to stay in Gotham, if she was any other girl... but she couldn't. Her people gave her a life of happiness before this crisis and it was her way to thank them by keeping them safe.
There are times she thinks about the world – how traveling it was her dream as much as stardom was. How Dick was part of that, maybe, in some idealistic teenage crush kind of way. 19 year old Hana had a different bit of concerns than she did now.
Seeing him here, it was as if time had stopped. There's that cordial smile and when they shake hands – it was D.Va and Nightwing making a connection. Deep down, she wonders how rough it had been here. A Boba shop was far from the only notable loss in the past... god, who knows how long. There's some level of confidence she puts out there even when she doubts herself, it was a persona that she needed to keep up. It's why her people looked to her and the other Meka units for 'salvation', even if she was just happy to help.
By the time they pull the hand back, Hana crawls out of Meka with a thud of her boots hitting the ground. She's still short, looking up to Dick with a tilt of her head. He lays things out like a drill instructor, no fluff and no other lingering. It was ... different, she feels – and she wonders if that was how he was now or if he was purposefully doing it. There's no real need to bring it up, but she had to be cautious. ]
Talon has been making moves by making allies. Not just figureheads anymore... it's weird. When Winston told me they were in Gotham, I couldn't believe it! [ last she knew, they were in Italy, causing quite a ruckus with some omnic-rights crowds and leaders. ] Wonder what is in it for them...?
[ She muses only a second before looking back at Meka, knowing that her big metal bestie was the opposite of stealth, even in its new paint job. ]
How far away was their last known position and am I giving you a ride, Nightwing?
[ There's a smirk, almost as if she's been dying to show off her mech's newest additions and upgrades. There's that part of Hana sneaking out before she gets back to business. ]
If we can get them quickly enough, it minimizes risk of it flooding out to the city, doesn't it? They will need to retreat, to hide. Aaaaaaannnd the last place I want is for them to find shelter in your city.
[ There's concern there, even as he mentions the need for stealth and misdirection – but she needs to keep things realistic. She can't be impulsive, can't be some hotshot know-it-all... A lot has changed, but she wants to do right – this was how. ]
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There are times she thinks about the world – how traveling it was her dream as much as stardom was. How Dick was part of that, maybe, in some idealistic teenage crush kind of way. 19 year old Hana had a different bit of concerns than she did now.
Seeing him here, it was as if time had stopped. There's that cordial smile and when they shake hands – it was D.Va and Nightwing making a connection. Deep down, she wonders how rough it had been here. A Boba shop was far from the only notable loss in the past... god, who knows how long. There's some level of confidence she puts out there even when she doubts herself, it was a persona that she needed to keep up. It's why her people looked to her and the other Meka units for 'salvation', even if she was just happy to help.
By the time they pull the hand back, Hana crawls out of Meka with a thud of her boots hitting the ground. She's still short, looking up to Dick with a tilt of her head. He lays things out like a drill instructor, no fluff and no other lingering. It was ... different, she feels – and she wonders if that was how he was now or if he was purposefully doing it. There's no real need to bring it up, but she had to be cautious. ]
Talon has been making moves by making allies. Not just figureheads anymore... it's weird. When Winston told me they were in Gotham, I couldn't believe it! [ last she knew, they were in Italy, causing quite a ruckus with some omnic-rights crowds and leaders. ] Wonder what is in it for them...?
[ She muses only a second before looking back at Meka, knowing that her big metal bestie was the opposite of stealth, even in its new paint job. ]
How far away was their last known position and am I giving you a ride, Nightwing?
[ There's a smirk, almost as if she's been dying to show off her mech's newest additions and upgrades. There's that part of Hana sneaking out before she gets back to business. ]
If we can get them quickly enough, it minimizes risk of it flooding out to the city, doesn't it? They will need to retreat, to hide. Aaaaaaannnd the last place I want is for them to find shelter in your city.
[ There's concern there, even as he mentions the need for stealth and misdirection – but she needs to keep things realistic. She can't be impulsive, can't be some hotshot know-it-all... A lot has changed, but she wants to do right – this was how. ]