[It might be Rich's first time, but Nita has dealt with this before. Namor, the Invaders, the Fantastic Four...what should be certain death has instead been an agonizing ellipsis for most of her life.
It's hard to tell whether she's crying or laughing at him. Probably a little of both. Pile on too much, too soon, and even Nita can't cope.]
Whatever. We'll sort it out later. Where are you?
[She sniffs and brushes away tears. Something to do, even as simple as "track down Rich," is better than sitting around thinking about metaphysics.]
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It's hard to tell whether she's crying or laughing at him. Probably a little of both. Pile on too much, too soon, and even Nita can't cope.]
Whatever. We'll sort it out later. Where are you?
[She sniffs and brushes away tears. Something to do, even as simple as "track down Rich," is better than sitting around thinking about metaphysics.]