She listened to Alfred, even if she didn't see the appeal in another bitter drink. ow would that be different from home? Scott seemed to be excited about it, though she couldn't have said why. "Fine." It wasn't quite excitement but at least it was agreement. She would try the drink that both of them seemed to think she wanted. She wasn't quite so sure at all. And he was right about one things - she didn't know what she wanted. Because she didn't actually know how to want things at all.
After the last few hours spent with Scott Free, she was beginning to realize that all his quips in battle (or when he was being chased, more accurately) were just an extension of his natural need to talk. Or at least try to talk to her. Barda wasn't exactly primed for idle conversation with her enemies. Not quite understanding why she did it, she followed him to the window, ready to be snippy about his rush without an actual emergency until she caught sight of what he was trying to show her. If the snow had distracted her, the sunset stopped her in her tracks.
There was no sky on Apokolips. Technically, it was there but the constant smog and fires from the pits drown out anything else in the night sky by the flicker of flames and the perpetually discolored sky. The brilliant splash of red, gold, and pinks beginning to streak through the sky caught her entirely off guard. She just stood for a long moment, silent and entirely in awe with the scene stretching out over the horizon before her, unlike anything she could hold in any memory. There had always been darkness. Barda didn't fear the dark any more than she feared pain or death. But she also didn't quite understand the way her breath caught or she just could just stare at the shifting patterns against the sky - the slow fade from blue to the pitch of night happening in slow motion. Only to be reversed the next day?
Before she'd even considered it, Barda reached out to touch the windowpane lightly, leaning forward. Scott's words registered, even if she didn't respond. There wasn't much to say to the description. Only just to watch and then nod, slowly.
The sound - and presence of another person in room - broke the spell. And Barda whirled on the new person, the slight girl with the fur coated shoes, and was already reaching for the Mega-Rod. Prepared to defend herself and possibly even Scott if it was necessary to do so. Paranoid? Perhaps a little. Feeling vulnerable for having been caught in a state of distraction enough that she hadn't realized that someone else had arrived? Absolutely.