She does not write if every living thing on Novapest instantaneously died the odds of humanity surviving the century would triple. It is not kind, polite, or inclined to help Minerva's image. She can feel her past self judging her for even wanting to write that, but she is, in fact, fairly confident that her past self was an idiot.

The Titanium Tyrant will keep his word, but, again, he will do this because he thinks this is fun. Any concessions we demand, he will respond to with amused tolerance, then come up with some work-around where either they are completely meaningless, or we need to either undo them or face a horrible tragedy, unless they require that he concedes something he has absolutely no interest in obtaining. The fundamental risk is not to you as an individual; I expect he will freely guarantee your safety in Novapest, and, if you make him aware that she needs it, Ceru's. The fundamental risk is that he and his wife will return to the halcyon days of their youth, when they razed Mexico City as part of a totally doomed plot at world domination, and I have no doubt but that he will continue his imperialistic policies if his youth is returned to him. I very strongly disrecommend saving the Gorgon Queen or the Titanium Tyrant's life.

...Ah. Well then. Seems like the right thing to do is... stall? (She does not feel comfortable leaving the Titanium Tyrant on read, so she better send him something...)

Dear Titanium Tyrant,

Your proposal seems like it could be risky either to me or the world. I will be doing more research before coming to a decision.

...I really am sorry about your wife. I wish it were straightforwardly obvious, from my perspective, that the right thing to do here was to heal her immediately. I hope you'll forgive my caution.

Sincerely,

Blue Lantern

After she finishes reading emails and getting ready for the day, they start doing some ambush-response training. Musoka practices getting construct armor up and getting airborne and mobile quickly. Ceru has her reading supervillain bios and histories, and then tells her <Alert! Hostiles inbound!> at random intervals. It's a bit stressful, but she finds it easier once she starts holding a bit of hope in the background of her mind at all times that she'll be able to make sure nobody gets hurt.

(If any actual (or mock) ambush happens before lunch, she'll be shielded within about 3 seconds of warning and high in the air not long after. She's getting pretty good at this.)

The Tyrant's response comes almost instantly.

Blue Lantern,

An entirely reasonable decision. The expert on opposing my plans is, of course, my nemesis, the second Smith, and he should be consulted in any calculations you make to attempt to protect yourself from me.

I can, of course, promise the safety of your person and property while inside my city and under my protection, as well as those of any bodyguards you bring with you, conditional on them not themselves initiating violence. The risk to the world is, admittedly, more complicated; I will not claim that Thei and I have had a wholly positive impact on the world, though I certainly believe that the work we have done to advance science and industry, as well as the number of murderous supervillains we have caused the deaths of, outweighs the number of innocent people we have killed. Still, I can understand why you might not believe me on this, and your caution is wholly reasonable.

Signed, 

His Majesty,

Sandor Balog,

King of Novapest,

The Titanium Tyrant.

Golly. He does have a way with words.

... she'll respond later, maybe, when she's finished reading this detailed summary of-

<Alert, hostiles inbound!>

(She's mostly been random about the intervals she does this, but has definitely been aiming harder at novel emotional states, as a sort of stress testing.)

<Oh no, what will I do, it's hopeless, tell my wife and kids that they meant everything to me...>

(she's already armored up and is flying through the compound to the furthest door.)

<I mean, uh, situation report>

When no actual ambush presents itself by noon, she finishes her current reading and gets herself lunch, then tells Minerva she's going to the therapist's office.

Minerva considers this wholly reasonable! She'll have a couple bodies following invisibly, though, and is sure to warn Musoka of that.

(Ceru may incidentally have noticed, although Minerva has not considered it worthy of to telling Musoka, the minor incident with six men creeping through the woods with firearms and without licenses who Minerva stunned, then dropped off in jail.)

She saw the data Ceru had access to, including their quick takedown with stunners. It was... a bit scary, but also very reassuring.

She leaves in costume, arrives at the medical building, and follows the signs for Dr. Clark's office.

Dr. Cassie Clark, suite ten room three of this converted apartment office building, has an office accessible via window balcony, convenient for some of her clients. Someone following the signs will instead first meet the receptionist, who wants to know what name the appointment is under and give her a medical history form to complete.

She gives her name as Blue Lantern and fills out a medical history chart. Family history of ADHD, both sides. severe ADHD. Slight allergy to dogs. Occasional nosebleeds? 

The receptionist collects the form and passes it to Dr. Clark, and presently Dr. Clark opens the door. "Blue Lantern?" she says, gesturing into the office. It's big and has cozy furniture, or an exercise ball if Musoka prefers that, and potted plants and decorative obscuring film over the windows and a white noise machine.

"That's me!"

She enters the room, squeals happily when she sees the exercise ball, and sits down on it, bouncing slowly. "Oooh, I love these! The psychiatrist my parents took me to had one and I-"

-then the rest of her brain catches up. "-Um."

She stops bouncing and looks awkwardly at Dr. Clark. "Hi. You must be Dr. Clark. Thanks for meeting with me on such short notice." 

She's clearly doing her best to be Formal And Polite; tragically, she is still (a) a 15 year old (b) in clearly-makeshift superhero costume (c) balanced mildly precariously on an exercise ball while (d) blushing visibly under the mask she's wearing.

"Glad you like it! That's exactly what it's there for," says Dr. Clark. "Is 'Blue Lantern' what you'd like me to call you?"

"Ah, yeah, that's fine." (She starts bouncing again.)

"And, um..." She holds out her palm, and an orb of blue light appears in it. "...This is Ceru. This appointment is for her, too."

"It's good to meet you, Dr. Clark", a warm female voice coming from the sphere says, as patterns of light move back and forth in some kind of abstract visualization of the sounds being produced.

"Hello, Ceru," says Dr. Clark; if she's surprised she's hiding it. "What do I need to know about how the two of you work?"

Musoka looks at 'her' and nods.

"I'm a sentient nonhuman person with unknown creators; I exist to help Blue Lantern, both in mundane ways and in controlling her powers. Those powers are fueled by the Blue Light of Hope and can be disrupted by sufficiently intense emotions that crowd out her ability to feel hope in the moment; such disruptions can be very dangerous if she's flying, or in the middle of a fight."

She pauses, then rotates to 'face' Musoka. "Anything you want to add?"

"We're both... new, at a lot of things, and things have been really stressful lately." She shrugs, self-consciously. 

"...I'm almost 16, but I've only had my powers for about a month or so, and I wasn't using them that much before we both came here; I've used them more in the last 48 hours than I did over the entire month I've had them. ...And she's only existed for a month, as far as I understand?"

"That is... approximately true, yes." The actual truth is a fair bit more complicated than that but she's not sure she should get into it, at least not right now...

"...gosh. And you're looking for a facilitator to help you make sure your working relationship can be as smooth as possible?"

"Ah, we're actually looking to... repair things, since-"

"Since she lied to me about what was going on last night, because she was worried I would panic and lose access to my powers." (The first half of this comes out bitter-and-angry; the second with a weary sigh)