005. (voice + location: sol's house)
[VOICE | LOCKED TO BRUCE WAYNE]
So! Have you been following the tablet network lately? We should probably go over the spyware I installed, when you have a free moment--it's easier to do in person.
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Leila is perched on the end of one sofa in Sol's living room, having finally left the damn lab and even her apartment in favor of helping him move in. She has a decent amount of her own things there, too, boxes and a ton of clothing (yes, she requires a lot of closet space, that's no great surprise), but none of them are really being addressed, presently; she tends to leave the heavy lifting to Sol, and then does her own haphazard organizing. She has a drink nearby, dressed as she is in her stocking-feet, but it largely has gone untouched, and she isn't sure she'll have any more until she's successfully finished threading through all the transmissions she's collected.
Arguably this is kind of obsessive, but she feels obligated to put her technological know-how to use somehow. All of those degrees have got to be good for something other than hanging diplomas on the wall. She glances around for Solomon after a moment, wondering if she should just follow the scent of cigarette smoke or what.