"Well, at least you know for sure she's around," the Scarecrow said, putting on a smile. Though Scar wouldn't admit it, even a man without a brain could see the concern etched into his face, hear it lacing his tone. He'd seen it in Depth Charge, as well- as often as his former roommate seemed mad, he had just as many moments where he showed he was only angry because he felt powerless to protect his friends against Landel.

The Scarecrow felt like that himself often, though he knew there wasn't much to be done about it most of the time, and getting worked up wouldn't help anyone. Anger could be a good motivator, but it was mostly beyond the Scarecrow; it certainly wouldn't turn back time and make it so his friends had never disappeared. He needed to take the time to think things through. It was just unfortunate he was working with a damaged human brain and hadn't as much time to ponder everything as he would have liked. Still, there had to be something he could do- he just hadn't found what it was yet.

If nothing else, he had his own experiences in Landel's. Information was as good a gift as any. "Even so, it might be a good idea if you check on her later. If she's sick, she might be having a hard time adjusting to it, being not human and all."