Barda found that she liked the city, at least. The constant blur of motion and activity was the closest thing to Apokolips she had come across - yet the lack of forever twilight and filthy that coated the streets was something new and just a little amazing to her. Earth was clean, even at its dirtiest parts. She didn't know how feasible it would be to keep her training schedule outside of Wayne's massive facilities but maybe that wasn't quite an issue with the vast amounts of technology at her disposal and the fact that she still wanted to watch Damien's attempts at beating her in combat.
She shifted the couch, balancing it one-handed as she surveyed the living room, looking at the position that Scott had chosen with a dubious look. "I think closer to the windows." There wouldn't be as much glare there with the right angle and they would be closer to the view outside. It wasn't a question but she had no qualms voicing her opinion when she had one. And she was having an opinion more frequently of late.
The idea of having her own room was foreign, even at Wayne Manor when she slept alone, nothing was hers. She had no true belongings apart from her armor and what little she had come with. Now she had clothing and shoes and stuff. It was odd.
She wasn't expecting visitors and honestly, Booster was probably lucky he didn't end up with a couch thrown in his general direction as a defensive mechanism. Somehow, Barda thought Scott might protest wrecking the furniture before they had even arranged it. She looked at the gawking man standing there, not quite realizing the oddness of her position or the fact that the couch was still over her head.
"Hello." She eyed him for a moment, trying to place him and failing. "Do I know you?"