Kendra glanced up as not one but two of her new teammates came rushing in at the sound of the scream, not really surprised. She grimaced as the Question referred to her as 'Miss Martin', still somewhat irritated that the Justice League had, without her permission, revealed her real name to them. It wasn't so much that she cared about them knowing who she was, but more so that she knew that they were more likely to call her that instead of by Cassandra, a name she had taken to referring to herself as since her time living on Paradise Isles. 

"Please," Kendra said. "Call me Cassandra. _Please._" She said that last part with insistence as she rubbed her temple. Great. Now she had a headache. 

She then glanced over as Sarin, or Shade as she also went by, spoke up. While Kendra had yet to make any friends among the team, she did somewhat like Sarin, if only on the basis that she quiet and kept to herself. Kendra couldn't stand talkative or nosy people. 

Which was partly the reason why, though she'd yet to speak much to him, she was a little wary of the Question. It also didn't help - and this was something she would never admit to _anyone_ - she was slightly _jealous_ of him. When she had first joined the team, she had thought, as someone with the power to see the future, she would easily make her way to being the intelligence of the group, the one with all the answers. Then this guy, this wannabe Sherlock Holmes, joins the team and, well, visions were cool and all but they were also only showed her what was _likely_ to happen, not what was _certain_ to happen. They couldn't compete with raw intelligence and this made her somewhat bitter. 

"And I'm fine," Kendra said after moment. "It wasn't a vision. Not really, anyway. I just got a feeling." She then turned her head away from them. "I'm fine. Really." She was also tempted to add "Please go now" at the end of that, but resisted, instead hoping they would be satisfied with her answer and leave her be.