Bart had been getting a feel for the city, but he did keep getting drawn back to the heart of things. He avoided the section of the 31st century Central City for personal reasons, and had started to move into Titans Tower, but the ship? That was something to think about, and since a lot of them seemed to just gather in the vicinity, he did the same.
It was better to be with the lost than alone with his head too much. And it reminded him to slow down. That was also why when he wasn't running too fast to be seen, he was in civvies.
The AI was no help, of course, but he expected a great deal of her processing was spent in analysis of what had happened, and might explain the shortness. She had a lot on her metaphorical hands, and being crashed couldn't help things.
He'd also wanted to learn more about the Legends, at least some of them. He had no desire to really meet this version of Mick Rory, but he didn't know the others. Even the names were unfamiliar. But one in particular was the captain. He didn't know a lot of people who inspired that kind of instinctive following, and he couldn't help being curious.
Sometime after meeting Ray?
It was better to be with the lost than alone with his head too much. And it reminded him to slow down. That was also why when he wasn't running too fast to be seen, he was in civvies.
The AI was no help, of course, but he expected a great deal of her processing was spent in analysis of what had happened, and might explain the shortness. She had a lot on her metaphorical hands, and being crashed couldn't help things.
He'd also wanted to learn more about the Legends, at least some of them. He had no desire to really meet this version of Mick Rory, but he didn't know the others. Even the names were unfamiliar. But one in particular was the captain. He didn't know a lot of people who inspired that kind of instinctive following, and he couldn't help being curious.
"Captain Lance, right?"