This time, when Zatanna returns his hug, she hangs onto him a little tighter for a little bit longer before stepping back to smirk up at him like nothing's wrong. Mostly, because she's pretending that nothing is. "I haven't really been in the mood for people today," she says. It goes without saying that she had a rough night. "Should we head to the HQ?" she asks. "We have a lot to catch up on and I can't have anyone overhearing it."

She'll let Alcide decide whether they ought to go to the Specials HQ and risk being overheard by other Specials or whether they should just wander like they're sometimes wont to do when they're poking around where they probably don't belong. Either way, if they're only heard in passing, then nothing too incriminating should really register with anyone, but he needs to know that there's a way out. ..and that there's a way to get their abilities back. Zee still doesn't really know how, but she managed it. That's something.

Stepping out from between the dumpsters, Zatanna nods and starts walking, figuring even if the take a few minutes to decide where they're going to go, at least they can do it while they're on the move. Standing in one place while starting this discussion is dangerous in a place where everything is treason.