[ dutch watches him down about half of his drink, stepping a little closer while he's at it. mostly because she's not to keen on being overheard, but the appearance of flirtatiousness isn't just appearance. he's a handsome fella, she's not blind; invading his space isn't a hardship —although she's very deliberately not touching him anywhere that could lead to skin contact. not touching him at all, in fact. ]

The short version is we're all in a different universe than whatever one we belong to, no one knows what the hells has been done to us and there's weird-ass consequences. Different kinds of powers. An empathy bond.

[ she's not happy about any of this, trust her. (most of all, she's annoyed at the lack of agency, the lack of choice she was given. the powers are neat. the empathy bond isn't as bad as it could be. but she didn't get to choose either, and that? she hates that.) ]

There's a safehouse not too far from here.