Quicklog: Babs/Dinah
[Babs was pacing and checking her journal posts for nearly the hundredth time when her computers let her know of the arrival. Dinah was always welcome so Babs didn't get up immediately, the protocols easily letting the woman in the building. She finally moved to the door when she knew Dinah was would be there soon, and she opened it just as Dinah was approaching.] Okay, let's see your face. Good time time at the party? Bad time? [The redhead herself was a little weary, the conflicting reactions to the party still etched on her face.]