The mess hall was big, there were a lot of superheroes here, but with the weird hours she was working at the moment Shayera just couldn't find a friendly face.

She had seen most of them before, in the halls, in the gym, but she had never talked to any of them.

Looks like it's time for a little Russian Roulette.

She sighed and picked a random table, only occupied by an Indian-looking woman. "Mind if I sit here?", she asked. The woman smiled brightly and pointed at the chair. "Not at all, make yourself comfortable", was the answer she got.

For a while they sat and ate in silence. It was comfortable enough, but then the woman spoke up. "What's bothering you?", she asked. Shayera looked up. "You're not psychic, are you?", she raised an eyebrow. Her lunch mate chuckled. "No, no, I'm not. It's just that you've spend the whole meal glaring at your mashed potatoes like they ran over your cat. You can call me Dira by the way", she gave a little wave. "Hello Dira. And, yes, there is something, but I don't want to bother you with it", she poked at her steak. "We all need to let off some steam sometimes. I happen to be rather steam-proof. So bother away", she opened her arms.

Shayera looked at her for a long time, then sighed.

"It's just that… J'onn can shapeshift, Flash and Batman just take off their masks, Superman and John just put on a pair of glasses and Diana just abandons her crown and skimpy outfit. But I… I always have these wings. I can't go down there and mingle like the others do. It's like I'm trapped here", she looked at the windows that held back the unforgiving coldness of space.

"That is one hell of a problem. You could try playing the piano", Dira advised her.

Shayera raised an eyebrow. "How would that solve anything?", she asked.

"It wouldn't, but it always helps me forget my worries", Dira chuckled again.

Shayera smiled. "I'll try that", she promised, "And who knows, maybe a solution will come up, then I won't be the only one left behind anymore."