<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/TxRLbsD.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lor Zod<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Kryptonian Battle Armor<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 26, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>11:30<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary Meeting Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Zod Brought A Cake<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open, Vixen<br/><hr/><br/>Zod became aware of Vixen's presence quickly. There were many different noises that competed for his attention - the electric thrum of every device, every inch of wiring, water in the pipes, birds flying outside the Sanctuary itself - but for all of that he did not fail to detect the sounds that she made. He was even aware of her scent, and that was quickly joined by the scents of the foodstuffs that she re-heated in the microwaves. He was mildly curious about the creature, 13, that they had recovered, but completing and filing reports was not something that they team, to his knowledge, had taken to. Zod had completed and logged a report into the computers. The Batman had likely read it, but to his knowledge no other member of the Justice League or Young Justice had yet to. It was a fact that he was ambivalent to.<br/><br/>When Vixen's footfalls paused and retreated, the enormous Kryptonian intuited that she had seen him and did not wish for him to see her, as if she were somehow not perceived. He indulged, and did not look her way.<br/><br/>It was only when she directly addressed him verbally that Zod turned his head. He had enough socialization not to take the first question literally.<strong>"Yes. More than alright. I am . . . mildly pleased. I crushed another organized crime faction in my city."</strong>Zod shared, despite himself, pleased at last to have another living being to share his tiny triumph with. Young Justice were hardly ideal peers but there were no other options. Count Vertigo would be asleep at this hour.<br/><br/><strong>"I am alone because it would not be ideal to be with my peers of choice. Count Vertigo will be sleeping, and I have no means to contact Artemis that does not risk exposing her secret identity."</strong>The Kryptonian replied in a characteristically blunt manner to the second question. He gestured to the cake before him.<strong>"I have furnished a cake to solicit social interaction for members of Young Justice who might pass by."</strong>He paused, and suppressed the instinct to command Vixen to sit with him. Although they had not spoken directly to one another the events of the first briefing were sufficient that Zod knew she would not comply. Another moment passed.<br/><br/><strong>"Are you . . . alright?"</strong>Zod asked, making an effort but failing to sound as if he were doing anything more than making the inquiry out of decorum.