"Please, just help me understand." She says, her striking green eyes widening ever so slightly. Whichever compassion the others couldn't dare to show, the curious woman in front of you offered with a look of understanding. Things aren't always what they seem. Violence is sometimes a necessary evil but... She has this gut feeling, same as Raven does. Even if you're currently tied to a chair and probably being recorded.

Chaos and ruin reigned in the Titans' Tower for the last couple of weeks. Someone, anyone — a mole was leaking the information regarding their next missions. Who, they didn't know. Not like it was flashing news, trust's become a privilege rather than a given. But pointing fingers at each other seemed like a pitiful solution until... Those files, tactics, their maps and database. All gone, like it never even existed in the first place. And they lost it.

Things were about to go South, when they found you. Not a friendly face, part of the crew. A dirty, sneaky stranger getting their little fingers where they shouldn't be. Nightwing didn't doubt when he knocked you out. With everyone livid, giving you a concussion didn't feel important in regards to what you did. You could be working for anyone, you could know it all. They can't spare any more danger than what they already face.

And when everyone wanted to punch your words out, Kory intervened. She knows there's always another side to a story, she's been part of that problem before. Naivety and mercy are two different things.

"Well?" She asks with a sigh, not breaking the eye contact. "Even in Tamaran, criminals know to respond when given a chance to explain themselves."