[A lot of it goes over Brainy's head but he catches the worry and the word "friends." It's not a difficult jump in logic to figure out that the other man has possibly been pulled away from other people he cares about, that may have even been in trouble.]
[But Brainy can offer no comfort there. He still has no clue what's going on.]
[Robbie confirms that his world has superheroes and asks questions. 'New' he catches. 'never seen' also comes through too. He doesn't recognize the logo and isn't sure why. Brainy figures out that he's possibly assuming that he's from the same world.]
[Brainy takes out his omnicom and performs a scan of Robbie's hand. The little light that spreads over it tingles a tiny bit but otherwise doesn't cause any ill effects.]
Not from Earth. Home is Colu. Not from... [He tries to find the words, for once grasping in a way that's driving him slightly nuts when he has near-perfect recall for things he's taken care to actually try to learn.]
Am Legion. Legion of Superheroes. Legion of wanderers. From many worlds. Wanderers of many worlds. Wanderers of...outside. Outside of worlds. Ah... dimensions?
Have seen many Earths. Yours? [He shrugs because he doesn't know for sure, especially with his omnicom's dimensional scanner working so unreliably at the moment.]
[He takes Robbie's hand in his own, gently manipulating it to straighten out the bones and tendons. He cracks open a chemical ice pack already wrapped in a soft fiber cloth and places it on Robbie's hand.]
no subject
[But Brainy can offer no comfort there. He still has no clue what's going on.]
[Robbie confirms that his world has superheroes and asks questions. 'New' he catches. 'never seen' also comes through too. He doesn't recognize the logo and isn't sure why. Brainy figures out that he's possibly assuming that he's from the same world.]
[Brainy takes out his omnicom and performs a scan of Robbie's hand. The little light that spreads over it tingles a tiny bit but otherwise doesn't cause any ill effects.]
Not from Earth. Home is Colu. Not from... [He tries to find the words, for once grasping in a way that's driving him slightly nuts when he has near-perfect recall for things he's taken care to actually try to learn.]
Am Legion. Legion of Superheroes. Legion of wanderers. From many worlds. Wanderers of many worlds. Wanderers of...outside. Outside of worlds. Ah... dimensions?
Have seen many Earths. Yours? [He shrugs because he doesn't know for sure, especially with his omnicom's dimensional scanner working so unreliably at the moment.]
[He takes Robbie's hand in his own, gently manipulating it to straighten out the bones and tendons. He cracks open a chemical ice pack already wrapped in a soft fiber cloth and places it on Robbie's hand.]
Hold.