"That's not going to happen," Nightraven said.

"Your call," said Diana.  "...but maybe you should think about what to say if you run into him someday."

"There is a lot there that I'm not comfortable getting into yet," Nightraven said.

"All right," said Diana.  "Well, if you need help dealing with something, let us know, all right?"

They were all that they had, of course.

"I'll think about it," Nighraven said.

"All right," she said.  "...I don't suppose that there's anything like magic symbols or anything that I could work into a costume to help shield you?"

She had no idea how magic worked, after all.

"No, I need to go think about things," Nightraven said as she took on her shadowform and flew into the ceiling,

Well.

That went well.  Except not.

Nothing for it, though.  She went back to work until she realized she'd fallen asleep, or until someone interrupted her.

You made a let of headway on the various project when suddenly you jerk back awake.

"...okay, okay, bed," sighed Diana.  She did a last check of her work to make sure that she hadn't done anything goofy, and then went to look for a bed.  Or a couch.  Whatever.

Your work appeared to be okay, and you did find one of each together in one of the corners of the room. It was next to a full bathroom and fridge.

She went for the bed.  It looked much nicer than the one she'd had in jail.

And eventually you woke up. A nearby clock said it was nine in the morning.

A little bit late, but whatever.  Diana went to take a shower, see if she had anything fresh to change into, and then maybe try to find some food.

T here were no other clothes around other than a variety of bathrobes.

Well, that figured.  She planned an expedition to get her things.  Or maybe fabricate some spare clothes... anyway, she'd just wear her old ones for now.  She went to get some food.

When you got to the kitchen, you saw Ogre in there, cracking a couple dozen eggs one at a time in his giant hands.

"Oh, hey," she said, yawning.  "Do you know if there's coffee?  I'll start a pot."

She didn't ask if he was making food for everyone.  At his size, that was probably a light snack for him.

"Yeah, there's a pot out in the dining room," Ogre said.

Diana went to start coffee and see what other food was around.  Especially something easy to prepare in a hurry; she had a lot of work still to do.

There was a lot of options. Cereal, donuts, breakfast burritos and the like.

Breakfast burritos!  And a donut.  Inventing new identities needed brain activity needed carbs and caffeine.

"They got a bed in your size, big guy?" she asked.

"Yeah," Ogre said. "The frames just a massive block of wood."

"Is that comfortable?" asked Diana.  "I'm positive I could find or rig up something strong enough for you-- you only weigh five hundred, right?  There are springs that can handle that all over the place."

"Well, I do have a box spring and mattress on top of it," Ogre said.