Barda dreamt she was in the thick of a mighty battle and putting a massive dent into Steppenwolf's head. She could tell her body hurt, but it wasn't much of a problem. There had been worse. "Hmph. A victory you have to be wheeled away from is still a victory, I guess," she grumbled as she finished coming too. She reached of Scott and gingerly pulled him over, looking him over for any hurts or injuries. "Did you get hurt? Any problems? Did you speak to him?"