Rooftop tag had been fun. Lots of fun. Andrea had needed distractions since the entire epic battle of epic. The entire being dead thing - which, you know was honestly more exciting than it had been terrifying, or at least that was what she was letting herself think about - had been .. interesting. Add that to Kara being gone, worrying about her other friends - Brynna and Ruby especially - and the thick sense of restlessness in the air post Lucifer being let out, had her more than a little uneasy. She felt ill at ease in her own skin most days. Wanting to do something on the one hand, yet not knowing what to do, and just (a thought she would admit to no one) wanting to get up and leave this all behind on the other. She had become too relaxed here, too attached to the people here. To the actual city. The seals had never been far from her mind but she had almost allowed herself to forget how long she'd been in this place, to think more about the people she had formed connections with here, then how she was a 'reality-displaced individual that might need to save the world and then get back home'.
The last seal had sure brought that into reality. And Andrea had started to retreat into her thoughts, into herself. She had always been a private person by nature. With a bigger propensity to brood than she ever admit out loud. It made sense that outside of cleaning and occasionally checking up on Brynna and doing her patrols that she would keep to herself.
Rooftop tag had sparked an interest in her, however. Traveling by rooftop was her preferred of traveling ... well, anywhere since she got her powers. And well, tag was tag. There had been a strange need to give into a bit of silliness, of pushing herself and feeling a bit of a burn.
And she had. She didn't regret it.
She had bathed. And changed. Deciding to make some dinner but realized that she was out of pasta. Nipping down stairs, she padded into the kitchen in hopes of finding some. Andrea had been warm and just a bit damp from her bath, a feeling that seeped just a bit out of her when seeing the ice-packing, tired looking Dick. She knew the signs of fatigue well. And an empathetic smile quirked her lips, even though she was feeling less tired herself didn't mean she couldn't feel bad or understand the look of it. "Hey."