Good. Not saying a blue metal arm wouldn't be pretty badass but – you're pretty good the way you are.

[ There were a lot of debates, hot takes, and conspiracy theories about those who went to cybernetics – that graft bone and flesh into metal. Hana, fortunately, has not felt the need or desire to. It wasn't... a fashion accessory and while it can return some to their 'old selves' after injury? Maybe she's lucky it hasn't gotten that far in her recklessness. Same with him.

Her head tilts to him a bit when discusses the meals. She wants to say something, but opts not too – instead nodding in agreement for the time being. A small laugh here and there, she goes from chatty to musing – until, of course, they were in the drive-thru with more swag than they know what to do with. ]

I don't even know what your M.O. could be nowadays! And – and – [ He got her shield down with the mention of her being the first. She shakes her head and tries to play it off, wagging her finger at him with a scold. ] Careful, we did our best to keep things professional before... what if the Denny's worker gets wind that Nightwing and D.Va really were something than a fandom ship, huh? Huh?

[ Yeah, there's no doubt there's healthy fic out there... :/ ]