Multiple things happened in rapid succession to the point where Brett, who was enjoying how easy it was to rile up the rabble - how had this annoying git fallen for the easiest, oldest tactic in the books? Some 'super' she was, all any potential enemies had to do was insult the trash spilling out of her outdated music player. The first thing that happened was the 'mediator' from earlier jumping between Super Loser, who was flanked by her Loser Sidekicks, and Brett, who was quite cozy in the seat she woke up in. Brett rolled her eyes at this display. There was always one who wanted to stop something before it reached its natural conclusion, and all they did was make things pop off faster. 

[color=yellow][b]"Oh, and here comes the Pity Party to ruin things. Run back to your area, and take the Loser Trio with you, will you? Make yourself useful if you're just going to stand-"[/b][/color]

Brett was cut off by the second thing, that being the earlier hungry tram passenger becoming a lot less human. Yet it was [i]Brett[/i] who was somehow the focus of everyone's attentions. For the best, really, it was only natural that one such as Brett, with her talents, including physical features, was fated to always be in the limelight for better or for worse. 

[color=yellow][b]"Gross, who let that.....THING,"[/b][/color] Brett did not hide her disgust at the creature, she sounded like one would at seeing a poor person invading their country club, [color=yellow][b]"That...hideous....FREAK go here? Is there not one NORMAL person here, other than mysel-"[/b][/color]

It was fortunate that Brett was turning her head to re-address the Loser Trio, wanting them to know that in her eyes, their nerdy pun battle and the ring leader's terrible taste in music made them abnormal, but not in the way they all were; in the insulting way used among non-supers. It was fortunate, because as she was turning her nose at the abomination, her ears were picking up what Queen Loser was saying and her eyes saw her make a move. Of course it was the face. It was always the face. 

Eliza always told Brett that a leading lady needs to keep her face flawless, except for when the scene calls for it - that was when makeup came into question. As such, it was important to guard the face at all costs. And that is what Brett did. Brett dropped prone, falling onto the seat as if she was about to fall asleep, though she felt the vibration behind the attack brush past her chin moments before the window shattered. 

[color=yellow][b]"Ten times zero is still zero, and that's why you'll make an awful hero~"[/b][/color] Brett's response was in the form of a song, and the intent was to retaliate by sending a little blast towards Queen Loser's music player, but that was when the tram came to a sudden stop and her little blast went wild, shattering an overhead light. 

It was quite calamitous. 

And Brett was innocent. At least, that would be her defense if any of the staff asked. Which she figured they might. 

What mattered above all was that her face was not harmed. That was important.