With a frown, Zatanna nods. "They drug us to sleep every night at 22:00," she explains. "I'm still trying to work out a way around that without being painfully obvious and going to the Commissary for a gas mask. They probably track the purchases we make there," she adds.

Her eyebrows lift defiantly when he suggests that she might not want to join him because it could be dangerous. If he only knew what she got up to in the real world, he wouldn't have even thought that much less said it.

"I'm in," she says firmly. "One hundred percent. So I'll show you where medical is if you promise not to shoo me away once we get there. Deal?" she asks, extending a hand for him to shake on it if he agrees to her stipulation.