[Dinah watched that order go down with a smile she didn't bother hiding. She could drink: the PI father who'd snuck her into the den and drunk whiskey with her over a ball-game since she was twenty -- and all the times before that she'd tested the 'upper limit' by getting herself drunk enough to make stupid decisions. A little tequila wasn't going to knock her sideways.] Sharing brains? [That sounded like a nightmare somewhere.
A shrug.] You mean other than the kid running around with my last name and this version of Ollie? I've only seen Oracle in person. You're it.