Zatanna withdrew her arms from around him, her hands brushing his chest for a moment. She licked her lips, which still tingled from their connection. Some times were easier to pull away from John than others. This one felt a bit difficult, but she did it. She took a step back from him and let her arms drop to her sides, breaking their last few bits of contact.
"We should get to work," she nodded. "What do you know about the situation so far?"
Her room didn't have much in it, Pandora must not have seen fit to give her any real semblance of home. But there was a writing desk in one corner, and Zatanna crossed over to it to grab a notepad and a pen to take notes.