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[The shock of pink hair attached to a young woman occupies the left half of the screen. It's obvious that she's had the crash course in use of these interesting devices, but that her familiarity with them is non-existent.

When she realizes she's not centered on camera, she scoots over a bit, double-checks, and then off she goes.]

Can't say I'm tickled pink with the theme of this particular party, but what choice've I got? I'm here, right?

[Her hands go up in a mocking 'you caught me' gesture.

Hah. Yeah, right. No one's getting off that easy. This isn't exactly what Nymphadora Tonks was planning to do with her day. Maybe if she'd had a little forewarning about being technically abducted, sure, she could have planned out using weird tech and having her soul stuck in a little dark purple stone on a ring.

She didn't get that luxury, though, so no one here gets the luxury of avoiding her questionable (and oddly mirthful) wrath.]

You see, the thing here is - I mean, the reason I've got my knickers twisted - is I was minding my own business when I got snatched up. If I hadn't been minding my own business, it'd be a different story. If I'd been hexing your turtle from a broomstick thirty feet up, sure, I could completely understand you lot being a bit miffed. Hexing a turtle's not on.

But me, I was just going through my daily rota as one does, completely innocent and not at all aware of cities on the backs of turtles.

Nevermind I was about to tuck in to my supper. That's just rude.

[With a dramatic sigh, she continues sympathetically:]

Oh, but I suppose you all couldn't help yourselves. It's the hair, isn't it? People just love the hair.

[All right; she's not that upset. Yet. She loves a good adventure, and either the reality of her predicament hasn't quite hit home - or she's going to save her fretting for a more private moment.]

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[Tonks takes a moment to look - really look - at the other woman.]

You've been here that long? Years?

Since I was fourteen.

[She eyed the ceiling above her wistfully. Fourteen...in many ways, Keelai was as much her home now as Manhattan had ever been. And several times more than her couple months' at Mount Justice way back when.]

That was...three and a half years ago. Give or take.

But that's because I volunteered to stay. Most everyone I've known in that time is gone now.

Why did you volunteer to stay?

[That in itself is baffling to Tonks; didn't this girl want to go home? Didn't she have family back there?

But more importantly, does that mean she will get the option of doing the same? Maybe looking for an escape won't be necessary.]

A bunch of reasons.

But the biggest one of all was that I wasn't ready to go home yet. I still have things here to take care of.

[A certain someone she wasn't ready to let go of yet...and an inevitable future to continue putting off for as long as possible.]

[It seems she did have a choice. Tonks feels a little relieved.

Since she's going to be prying:]

What's your name?

Zatanna Zatara.

[Try saying that five times fast.]

You?

...Your parents had the same sense of humour as mine. Nymphadora Tonks.

If you have any humanity at all, you'll call me 'Tonks'.

[~~Bless you~~ Apparently so. She hardly batted an eyelash at the...unusual name, if only because she--like Tonks said--was hardly one to talk.]

I'll do you one better.

You can just call me Zee. I've been told it's easier on the tongue.

Under better circumstances, I'd say it's nice to meet you.

Under these, I'll say it's nice to meet you, but I wish I hadn't.

I'll try not to take too much offense to that.

[Light-hearted and empathetic. It was still one of the better reactions to sudden kidnapping she'd had the pleasure of experiencing.]

Did you just get here, or did you try to settle in first before making your grand introduction?

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