[As cheerful as he sounded over the Network--and she was starting to know the boy well enough (in multiple ways) to not believe that tone for a second--Zatanna was equally...exhausted. Dream-like, almost, in both tone and choice of vocabulary:]

M'here.

[Was it possible to yawn telepathically?]

Haven't really checked. Went straight to my room in the workshop soon as it appeared. Cranked the AC to 11.

Where are you?