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Elsa had arrived to the library bright and early, hoping that the doors would be open already. And they were, sort of, though the extremely pale boy who had opened them a minute before her arrival seemed... anxious, in a way that she knew all too well. He'd asked her if she thought there were going to be many people about, and had only grown more anxious when her answer was an explanation about how there might be a few stopping by to research what was going on around the island lately, yes.

She'd taken pity on him, explaining that her family had an extensive library back home and she knew her way around one, inside-out, and if he needed to be somewhere away from people - his anxious muttering about it being not safe for him to be here seemed to confirm that much - then she would be perfectly happy to set things up for the researchers today.

There was a moment of silence before the usual Sunday boy nodded almost desperately, and then scurried off looking for someone named 'Sholeh.'

Elsa blinked after him for a moment, gave her shoulders a small shrug, and then set to work sorting out more books from the stacks that she thought might have anything to do with people magically becoming other people.

... Now, if only she knew how to work the coffee machine.

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"Is..." Elsa hesitated for a moment, and then steeled herself and barrelled on ahead with her question. "Is home the same as you remember it? Do we know if it's changing for people at all? I... I can't get in touch with the people in my own home as easily as most, so I can't check. I don't even know if I'm still the same."

Home was really a built-up warehouse space, with a giant bed, and Priestly. But home dimension....

"Yes, New Gotham's the same as I remember it." Still the same warrants out, that could've changed and she would've been happy. "We were back their last night for some errands." She gave Elsa a sympathetic look. "You could check with Portalocity, maybe. If they can still connect there, I'm sure everything's fine."

"I don't know if I trust portals at the moment," Elsa admitted. "My employer... or... her counterpart... at the Magic Box has me looking into those. There was something about rifts that had her concerned, before she changed into somebody else."

"Rifts," Dinah repeated, "and portals." That almost made a kind of sense. Alternate dimensions, alternate histories. "So if the rifts stopped--" Then things might go back to how they were. Or not change any further? She paused, and said, "That had to be upsetting."

"Confusing, mostly," Elsa admitted. "She was herself one day, and then somebody else the next, looking at me like I was crazy when I called her by name. She had no idea who I was."

"Let's hope you guys find the solution."

Or not.

Dinah poured a cup of coffee, then set up the coffee machine for cocoa. "And I'll keep you guys in caffeine and sugar until you do."

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Caffeine...?

Elsa was going to just go with it. Some other modern thing she hadn't heard of, no doubt.

"I'm certain everyone here appreciates it," she decided, smiling wryly. "It looks like we're a long way off from so much as a clue, at this point."

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