Back in the mess hall, Barbara found things were still more chaotic than productive.  Standing quietly by the door, she listened to the various conversations as she slowly removed her coat and scarf and hung them on a hook. 

“We should just send our Guardians to blow their headquarters up like they did ours!” She heard from one group.

“I’m just grateful nobody was hurt” came from another.

“What if they figure out where we have the ...