( sara's glad to have rip off her back for the time being — glad to hear about any of the other legends who managed to find their way here, one way or another. they may be dysfunctional as hell, but they make a pretty decent team; besides, they don't have to worry about messing up any of their pasts or futures while in wonderland, which is something that they do best.
she follows him towards the stairs, nodding as he goes through each person and — maybe more importantly — their place in their timeline.
it's mostly good to hear the ray's here if only because he's from rip's future, which means that he can't be too far from where sara'd been yanked from. note to self: figure that out with ray once she's settled. if she's settled.
the mick news is slightly disconcerting considering sara remembers the state he'd been in leading up to him selling the team out to the time pirates and she remembers fighting against him on the waverider when the pirates had stormed the ship. she remembers questioning how snart could be so okay with killing his partner when he'd so vehemently insisted that sara didn't have to be a killer. she knows the truth now, but she can only imagine how mick must feel ...
except then rip stops in his tracks and turns to face her, watches her with what feels like a thinly veiled sense of scrutiny for what her reaction might be.
mr. snart. speak — think of the devil, even — and he appears, rises from the dead like a ghost. he remembers the explosion at the oculus. she remembers the explosion at the oculus. she remembers those last few moments, a stolen kiss that she felt like talking to anyone about after, buried away in memories of stupid card games and of wiping tears away from her face before anyone on the ship could question her.
it's a shock and a half, and she hates the way that rip waits for what she'll say or do before proceeding to wherever they're heading. sara lets out a soft exhale, lets her eyes flutter closed for a moment. it's a rare moment of vulnerability, whether it's relief that he's here or pain at the recollection of what had happened. it ends almost as quickly as it began, though, with her eyes blinking open, turning a head to glance towards the stairs before them before answering, ) One hell of a crew you got here.
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she follows him towards the stairs, nodding as he goes through each person and — maybe more importantly — their place in their timeline.
it's mostly good to hear the ray's here if only because he's from rip's future, which means that he can't be too far from where sara'd been yanked from. note to self: figure that out with ray once she's settled. if she's settled.
the mick news is slightly disconcerting considering sara remembers the state he'd been in leading up to him selling the team out to the time pirates and she remembers fighting against him on the waverider when the pirates had stormed the ship. she remembers questioning how snart could be so okay with killing his partner when he'd so vehemently insisted that sara didn't have to be a killer. she knows the truth now, but she can only imagine how mick must feel ...
except then rip stops in his tracks and turns to face her, watches her with what feels like a thinly veiled sense of scrutiny for what her reaction might be.
mr. snart. speak — think of the devil, even — and he appears, rises from the dead like a ghost. he remembers the explosion at the oculus. she remembers the explosion at the oculus. she remembers those last few moments, a stolen kiss that she felt like talking to anyone about after, buried away in memories of stupid card games and of wiping tears away from her face before anyone on the ship could question her.
it's a shock and a half, and she hates the way that rip waits for what she'll say or do before proceeding to wherever they're heading. sara lets out a soft exhale, lets her eyes flutter closed for a moment. it's a rare moment of vulnerability, whether it's relief that he's here or pain at the recollection of what had happened. it ends almost as quickly as it began, though, with her eyes blinking open, turning a head to glance towards the stairs before them before answering, ) One hell of a crew you got here.