Cheshire stopped her spinning the moment that Ghost agreed with her. It felt nice to have someone agree with her. She decided to sit down on the bench that wasn't far from the lockers. She leaned back dangerously as she listened to the others speak. The girl walked in and apparently wasn't even a girl, that was fascinating. "Super-villains focused on taking some doomsday device so we can take the world hostage and gain acceptance. That sounds like a movie I've seen. If I remember right it didn't end so happily for the bad guys."

She shook her head wildly dislodging the cat ears partially from her head. She took the time to adjust them properly. "We're too smart to let that happen though, right?" She looked cheerily at Citrine. "I wish Hannibal hadn't gone off and pissed off Laxxy. He was always a good guy to have on the team, and I'd rather not have to fight him. He's too tough. My electricity takes too long on him."

She then stood up and paced around 47. She was so cool. Cheshire poked her a few times to test her reaction and how she felt. "So cool. You even have kind of a personality. You feel real. If it weren't for your voice I'm sure you'd convince a random Joe off the street you were a real human. Forty-seven's kind of a boring name." She looked over the girl. "You look more like a Jenny to me. That's easier to say too, and what if the number forty-seven comes up in a conversation and you happen to be around it, but we aren't talking about you? At least Jenny identifies you. Forty-seven makes it sound like you're just the forty-seventh in a line of... of forty-seven."