<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TxRLbsD.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lor Zod<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Kryptonian Battle Armour (House of Zod)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Aug 22, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary Laboratory<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Showing Artemis The Old Sanctuary<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Artemis<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Zod nodded as Artemis explained about having another life outside of being Artemis. The dual identity of Earth's costumed population. It was a valid reason. The loyalty was commendable, and Zod could respect protecting family and others. It was in his DNA.<br/><br/>He tilted his head slightly, and watched as Artemis ran her hand through her hair. The sight was agreeable. No, more than agreeable. Pleasing.<br/><br/><strong>"I believe I understand, though I entertain hopes for Damian. His conceit is colossal but commensurate with his abilities."</strong>Zod said simply. He did not really appreciate how 'happy clappy' many of the team were, but he had a notion that their attitudes could be unpleasant. His main difficulty lay with Supergirl. It was onerous to be in her presence, to see the Crest of El.<br/><br/>He dismissed that line of thinking. Artemis waited for an answer. Zod was . . . unsure how to proceed. The facility disinterested him; despite recent upgrades it was still very obvious that it was a cast-off.<strong>"As you wish."</strong>He clasped his hands behind his back and walked imperiously out into the hallway.<strong>"The facility is largely out of date - the computer systems and motorpool were upgraded only days ago. Presumably we have access to the more advanced facilities of the Watchtower, but I have not sought to use them. Several members of the team have taken up residence or claimed rooms for their use while here, but others retain living space elsewhere. I prefer my domicile in Blüdhaven."</strong>He said as they walked through the Secret Sanctuary.<br/><br/><strong>"You are an agreeable companion, but I lack the socialization to be the same. I hope it is not intolerable."</strong>Zod phrased it as a statement without any shame or embarrassment. His lack of social graces was more glaring than the sun at high noon.