Bard just eyed the finger thrust in her direction from that far away and didn't bother to hide the smug expression that crossed her features. "You are the one that seems to have an issue with the clothing." As Barda had no such issues with her own form, though she was so accustomed to Apokolipsian styles of dress that the need for women to cover themselves to be taken seriously here was very odd to her. At least she'd adopted some manner of Earth dress for the moment - a black dress with a loose skirt, allowing for more movement should she need it. She' still paired it with a pair of formidable boots and a belt that she could clip her Mega-Rod too, just in case.
By the time Jennie would return, Barda would offer her a mug of coffee and retreat to her position near the stage to watch as well, standing near the other girl (and giving Oberon a wide physical berth just by habit).
She had a suspicion that Mik would agree to nearly anything Scott suggested. Jennie might, too. He was just that good at suggesting things to people and having people agree. She was good at giving orders but it wasn't quite the same skill. Besides, she suspected they all enjoyed watching him get practically giddy over planning his new themes.
"I have my concerns that the stage will be able to handle this level of enthusiasm - and props -for the show." As she had already expressed her belief that if the stage caved in on them, she would not be holding it up for the evacuation.