The Universe's Mixer

Fred held on to Dinah as they zoomed - it felt like zooming whether it was or wasn't - through the streets of the City. The brainy female couldn't tell if the ride was longer than it normally would have been. Sure, she could have counted the seconds, figured the time, done something to decide if it was actually longer, but she was thinking more of the feeling. Plus, she was a little mad at the City for deciding to stop moving. Just when she thought she had the pattern figured out, or at least a way to find the pattern.

She walked into the Tower building, thankful Dinah was there and nervous when Dinah left her alone to ride up to see Jensen. She worked through the scenario a few times, and no matter how she worked it, they would fight. Fred really didn't want to fight; she didn't like fighting. She nearly cursed herself for not bringing food or coffee as a preemptive peace offering.

With a soft sigh, the doors opened, and she stepped out. She stood tall, chin lifted, hopefully without looking too challenging or defiant. Just...confident. Hopefully.