[Dick escaped from the breach pretty unscathed, all things considered, and while it's definitely weird to have memories of some other not quite version of him floating around in his head, it's nothing he hasn't dealt with before which probably explained why he sometimes had vivid dreams about the Civil War and the old west and shouting things like HOLY SARDINE.

Still, he's coming down to the infirmary to see if there's anything he can do to help with people who were less fortunate, and spots the Doctor almost immediately, heading over to see how he's doing after their breach adventures.]

Hey.

[He looks distracted as he glances up from what he's doing, and then pops off his hat to Dick in a quick greeting.]

Good to see you here. Fortunately things aren't terrible. It's relatively slow.

Good. Nice to know the Admiral still feels like throwing us a bone, occasionally. [Because after that last port, we really don't need yet another totally violent horrific awful thing. :|||]

How are you doing?

Better than the usual, yes. [But he doesn't sound angry. Or enthusiastic. He just sounds... befuddled.]

Ah, did you do well with the map? What were his plans?

[Dick files that away, knowing not to necessarily push him right now on that, but wondering what was going on. It hadn't really seemed like that bad of a breach, honestly.]

I think he was trying to pass on his fortune to someone who wasn't going to just toss it on the pile and go back to burning down villages.

That would have been the preferable destiny, I know. My alternate self wasn't a bad man. He had quite a bit of love in his hearts-heart. [Anatomy...]

[Dick nods a little.] He was a good guy. Although I guess I'm a little concerned mine was on the fast track to getting himself killed. Not that I'm really one to talk about running into things without thinking about it when people you love are in danger, but.

If it helps any, he looked like the sort that would miraculously survive it no matter how ill-advised the undertaking.

[And then he takes Dick by the arm, and decides to lead Dick over to the sandwiches Wanda left.]

Here. Have something to eat.

I do seem to get lucky in most universes I've been exposed to thus far. [Except Mirrorverse but LET'S NOT GO THERE RIGHT NOW.

He lets himself be steered over to the food and takes a sandwich, suddenly reminded pretty strongly of Alfred.]

Thanks. Who made them?

Wanda. She brought them in. She's taken an optimistic turn I find most becoming. [He has a seat.] Tell me about the new young woman aboard, by the way.

[Dick sits down with him and takes a bite of his sandwich, glancing up for a moment and covering his mouth with his hand as he goes to answer.]

Cass? She's- [Right, chewing and swallowing is a thing, isn't it. Doing that, and then continuing.] She's a good kid. I'm not as close to her as I am to Tim for like, a million stupid reasons, but she's definitely family and I feel bad I don't get to do stuff with her more often. Bruce and Babs - she's my ex-girlfriend - kind of look out for her, and she's pretty close to Steph. I think she's closer to them timeline wise than me, though.

Will she be alright here?

[Which was a very, very important question. Some could handle it less than others.]

Yeah, definitely. I mean, you know us, there isn't much we haven't been exposed to.

[And Cass especially is a survivor who can take care of herself, so Dick might only be concerned because he's a protective older sibling and not because there's a rational reason to worry.]