[As always, the door is locked behind them, paranoia a familiar comfort for Kara. Unlike their usual debriefing routine, though, Kara would like to a) clean the blood off herself and b) change pants.
Luckily she can multitask, pulling off her boots as Carrie asks questions.]
About two years, I guess.
[She lost of track of time for a little bit, while she was travelling, but that seems about right.
The other two questions are answered without words. Kara moves so she's in the center of the room, then stretches her wings out as far as they can go in the slightly-cramped space. They're still bent slightly at the joint, but it's clear they're almost twice as wide as she is tall.]
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Luckily she can multitask, pulling off her boots as Carrie asks questions.]
About two years, I guess.
[She lost of track of time for a little bit, while she was travelling, but that seems about right.
The other two questions are answered without words. Kara moves so she's in the center of the room, then stretches her wings out as far as they can go in the slightly-cramped space. They're still bent slightly at the joint, but it's clear they're almost twice as wide as she is tall.]