Rose's eyes widened.
Those all-red eyes.
And-- for all that she was perplexed about her orientation-- her identity--
--the sheer tenderness intent inherent in that thought sent shivers right down her pale endoskeletal spine.
Not like Lance Harrower's thoughts, all sticky and sweaty and stained, perverse and pervasive.
Gentle and sweet and passionate and longing but... respectful.
Rose hesitated.
And reached out and touched the back of Kara's hand. Offering to take that hand. For what that was worth.
<I can hear you,> she murmured, hesitantly, her mind to Karan's mind, and offered her a warm, hesitant, but-- game-to-try smile.
<You don't... need to whisper.>
Ruby watched the two of them with veiled interest, arched an eyebrow, but offered no comment aloud.
"I can carry people too," Rose noted, speaking up, encouraged by Karan's suggestion. "With my hands and my... and my mind."
Ruby nodded slowly. "That's apples in the short term, aces, thanks for that. But like Aquaman said, our lives are fraught with peril an' a bluddy large number of pitfalls. If you two can't be there, we need a ride."
Nightwing thought about it for a moment. "It'll take me awhile, but I should be able to get us something." he said. Batman had supplied the original League with a small fleet of Javelin class vessels, and he knew there where to find the last remaining ones that were in storage. It was just a matter of him acquiring one or all of them.