"I can deal with that, too." Xaviere replied, sitting back. "The glasses are there because of [i]identities[/i] remember? You-know-who always has rules about that." She crossed her arms, eyes drifting around and landing on the man in the back, eyes narrowing behind her glasses. "Also, I'd be less worried about your life as compared to someone like... Nathan. I mean, if he ever saw a pretty villain... he might just let himself get killed." Her tone became more hushed, glancing back at Karen in a sort of silent conversation. "Hey, Nathan. It's getting late, dude, we should head home. Tell your girlfriend bye." Something about this didn't feel quite right. It was common sense to leave as soon as possible.