Caleb takes his hand, and offers a polite smile. “Hello. It’s, uh … it’s doctor, actually, but that’s really important.” He turns, and gestures to the room beyond them, which has peaked Caleb’s curiosity. Rooms with souls isn’t something that even people in this line of work frequently encounter.
“Please pardon how forward I’m being, but this …. this isn’t a supercomputer. There’s something incorporeal here. I don’t mean to pry, I’m just, well, I’m rather curious, is all. I wasn't aware the JLA had any incorporeal entities on it’s roster.”
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Date: 2006-11-26 08:15 pm (UTC)“Please pardon how forward I’m being, but this …. this isn’t a supercomputer. There’s something incorporeal here. I don’t mean to pry, I’m just, well, I’m rather curious, is all. I wasn't aware the JLA had any incorporeal entities on it’s roster.”