<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/b/b0/Miss_Martian_Earth-16_002.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130504124041)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>M'gann M'orzz<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Miss Martian<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>Remnants of the Justice League<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:35<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>White Canary.<hr/><br/>M'gann whimpered and jerked her head away from Canary's touch, but it wasn't her she was recoiling from, rather the fever induced demons of her past that were haunting her in her dreams.  But feeling Dinah's hand gently wiping away the sweat from her brow made the martian relax, albeit slightly, as her attempt at comforting her allayed some of the terror and survivor's guilt M'gann was reliving with startling clarity once again as the events of<em>that day</em>replayed before her closed eyes.  Despite her trying to pull away from Dinah's hand, M'gann let out a soft cry when she went to tend to her own symptoms, as if unconsciously begging the former assassin, an irony in itself, to stay at her side.  She didn't want to bear witness to Jonn's death again, alone as she'd been then since most of the League had already fallen by the time her uncle was killed.  It had only been her at his side at the time, everyone else had had their own battles, and seeing it all again as Darkseid's men swarmed them was the worst kind of torture to the young alien.<br/><br/>It came to a crashing end though as M'gann was mercifully spared the rest of the dream when the first drops of Dinah's concoction hit her bloodstream.  With a sharp gasp, she sat bolt upright, nearly taking the needle with her, as her eyes opened wide in shock before vertigo hit her just as quickly.  Forced back down on the surprisingly soft, warm bed, M'gann curled up on her side as the Dark Kiss took hold, having the unepxected but thankfully non lethal side effect of causing a bad case of cold sweats.  Ironically, she'd need the blankets, the added heat as it were, the one thing that was bad for her in excess, before this was over, shivering so badly her teeth chattered, but her senses slowly started to return even as she sweated most of the spores Ivy had hit her with.  The one time she decides to fly over a battlefield, and she's the first to suffer for her trouble.  But that was a far thought from M'gann's mind as she cast her gaze frantically about the room, having no idea where she was or how she'd gotten there, but her gaze finally settled on White Canary.<strong> "It-it's you.  Y-you saved me?  Th-thank you, but what did y-you give me?  So c-c-c-cold.  Can hardly focus."</strong>Despite this, and the fact her stomach still gave the occasional lurch, Dinah would get the distinct impression that M'gann was sending off waves of gratitude for her hand in helping her.  She was still concerned for the others, but the young martian knew she was in no shape to do anything.<br/><br/><strong>"Wh-who are you?  You lo-look familiar...can't place your face though."</strong>She knew she had seen her before, but in her weakened state, M'gann had no idea where that might have been.  If she'd been able to concentrate past her freezing body and the sweat that was pouring off of her, she might have made the connection to Artemis telling her about one of Oliver's old....acquaintances.  As it were, all she could do was stare at White Canary in innocent puzzlement.  She had saved her life, and that was enough for her to trust her, albeit with some hesitation, since even in her current state, something didn't feel right with this woman.  It was a feeling she got around people who had suffered pretty badly, either through some kind of torture or in Jason's case, dying only to be brought back to life.  Either way, it didn't matter, and what could she do about it anyway?  Not a lot in her current state.  Realizing she was staring, M'gann flicked her amber eyes away, her green cheeks turning a shade darker as she tried to look elsewhere.<strong>"S-sorry for th-the mess I'm probably m-making of your bed, sweating like this I mean."</strong>She offered, hoping to strike up a conversation, both to distract herself and to get to know her savior if at all possible.<strong>"M-my name is M'gann M'orzz.  Y-you probably knew that already though.  My uncle was...J'onn J'onzz, M-Martian Manhunter of the Justice League."</strong>Gratitude gave way to sorrow and guilt, but it was quickly swept away as M'gann slowly uncurled and laid out flat as she started to feel better, albeit only a little.  She'd need something to drink before she started to suffer from dehydration.  As it was, she was lucky she hadn't already given how much fluids she'd lost from throwing up her dinner in front of the bank.