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Barbara rolls into the bar, and automatically looks around.

She spots a young blond woman behind the bar's massive length.

She swallows. And heads straight for the ladies' restroom where she looks around to make sure no one's there before taking a deep breath, leaning her head down into her lap, and beginning to laugh. And laugh and laugh. Until she starts crying in relief, the tears streaming down her cheeks almost unnoticed as she throws her head back.

"YES!"

[You're welcome to catch her if you're, you know, in the ladies'.

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"Information is helpful."

You know this, Babs.

(X is also terrible at asking questions, sometimes.)

"That's true," Babs says, grinning unhelpfully.

Normally she's much more straightforward, but today she's feeling... playful.

X is terrible at playing along, but she is not displeased that Babs is smiling.

"I do not know what to ask."

Later she will be apologetic. Or not.

Barbara snorts. "Try what you want to know?"

"I did."

To X's way of thinking she did, anyway. Statements are just like questions.

Right?

"You haven't actually asked anything yet," Babs points out. Not that she didn't understand the implied question.

X presses her fingertips hard against the rim of the sink.

"What is your good news."

"Stephanie is alive."

And now she's beaming again.

Some of the tension leaks out of X's shoulders.

"Mel's sister?"

The one she was worried about?

"That one, yeah."

X's attention sharpens. Fractionally.

"She remembers? Milliways."

Beat.

"Mel said she did not."

"She's beginning to. Sort of like someone recovering from amnesia." And wasn't that a gross oversimplification?

"Sometimes people do not remember everything."

Beat.

"Magic will not help?"

Here she hesitates, just fractionally.

"Or mutation?"

X has got a damn fine line on a healer, for one. Er.

"I don't think we're to the point where that's necessary yet. She's still got time to recover on her own." Barbara didn't want to rush things.

"Okay."

Beat.

"You will help her, too? To remember."

Several films suggest that memories can be prompted!

Barbara snorts. "Of course."

"Sometimes people are stupid," X says.

Beat.

"And stubborn."

You can never tell who will decide a person needs to be self-sufficient when helping is a more productive course.

"I'm used to those sorts of people, yeah."

"I am, too."

Maybe because they are those sorts of people?

"I suspected you might be."

Perish the thought!

X looks slightly dubious.

"You have not met my teammates."

A tiny smirk flits across Babs' lips. "And who's fault is that?"

X's expression remains perfectly composed.

"They do not come here."

Obviously that is their fault.

Or something.

"And that's the only way I could meet them?"

Silly, X!

"You could visit. My world."

As if Babs would be interested in such a thing.