None of that had been part of her briefing. Scott Free was a problem. He needed to be dealt with. Granny and the Furies had expended a lot of time, energy, and frustration in trying to re-capture him after his arrival on Apokolips once again. They had failed and the punishment had not been pleasant. She couldn't imagine what Scott would face when he returned. If he simply gave in, surrendered to Darkseid, this would be unnecessary.
Barda was inexplicably frustrated with him. He wasn't taking this seriously in the slightest. Nor was he taking her seriously. On Apokolips, he'd always been an oddity, at least as far as she could determine from their run-ins with one another but there had been something most unusual about him. He was - lighter than everyone else on the planet. And not concerned with conformity in the least, much to her bafflement. He was dangerous. She knew that.
"Dinner isn't going to change anything." That was gruff but not as angry. He was going to fight her and Barda wasn't looking forward to that, not when it wasn't a fair battle. And she eyed his hand just as suspiciously as she had eyed the frost giant earlier.
She really should just brain him with the mega rod and take him back. It would make things so much easier.
But instead she took his hand, giving into the smile and the thought that she would still catch him. Eventually.