"Babs in space sounds like a sketch from The Muppet Show," she couldn't help but laugh. "But you never know," she pointed her fork at him. "You might have something there. Cultivate that idea. It'd be something I'd love to watch, or be part of." She winked. It was true! It was one thing she hadn't yet looked into as far as this society was concerned - their space program. It was clear however that they had satelites and a space station up there... but everything she'd seen led to her belief that the technology back home was at least a bit superior to here.
She shook her head listening to him ramble about Halo. She knew that it was a computer game.... though if she said that it would probably offend. Video game was the preferred wording. "Well I never turn down a challenge," she supplied. "But I'm afraid I know next to nothing about this game. You'd have to teach me." It was an interesting prospect, given that yes she was versed in the coding that thegame was comprised of, but she'd never actually played it - except for the simulation room back at the clocktower... "I would never say no to learning a new skill," she added after a moment. "You never know when it might come in handy."
From experience Barbara knew the weight that came with being a ... sidekick was never the right word, assistant, teammate, helper, family member - these were all the right words... of a hero. It was nerve wracking, especially when there was often extreme worry. She reached across the table and covered his free hand with her own, squeezing it gently. Her eyes lowered slightly. "Its not easy. Being the hero never is... for all of us." She sighed herself, having been in this same position so many times, every time one of hers came back, and every time she'd been in costume herself... When Ted died. When Jason died... She closed her eyes and shook her head. "But they recover." she sighed. "And what about you?" She opened her eyes again, worry shining through a bit more than she'd intended.