She follows through without hesitation, subconsciously checking the corners of the room in spite of herself as she steps further inside. No plans to run -- but when you subsist on vigilantism, you know to always keep an escape route in your back pocket anyway.

The door closes behind her and she finishes closing the distance. Nervous energy keeps her from taking a seat. Lena doesn't bother to speak again, and instead glances awkwardly over at Kid Quantum's scrutinization of her omnicom.