Cadence contented herself, if only barely, by watching the certainly interesting group around her move with silent feet, speak in hushed conversations and spare her scathing gazes that attempted to force her to spill the muted secrets of her past. To her, their voices spoke with the clear, unequivocal lucidity of madmen who have escaped the hypocrisy of having to abide by a reality that makes no sense.
She was sitting in what would later become her favorite chair. That chair, almost throne like in its proportions and yet delightfully squashy was, Cadence quickly decided, more than useful.
It was a very particular chair, one she had discovered in one particularly faraway corner. It oddly gave her a rather good view of those around her, a group of humans that seemed to fascinate her, if only slightly. No one else had seemed very interested in the latest turn of events regarding her person, so she had set off alone, traversing long corridors – unknowingly under the intense gaze of certain clone - covered in machinery and keeping each sparkling new discovery entirely for herself.
Just as she caught a fleeting glance of long, blonde hair, she felt the recurring headache providing her with its presence. She waved two fingers above her head, confident enough that her mentor would catch sight of her. The pain set upon her brain was still there, hammering against the backs of her eye-sockets, making her grit her teeth in pain.
(But as far as I understand, Dinah Drake is this Black Canary's mother [Dinah Lance]- YJ Dinah, that means Lance, is the one who has the thing with Green Arrow.)
