Pix was hardly in the mood for any sort of adventure to recover their stolen property, but she was perfectly willing to admit it was an important task to be done. The prospect of punishing whoever had done so, and thus was also responsible indirectly for her rude awakening, did manage to put more pep in her step. Standing with her arms lightly crossed, drumming clawed fingers against her armored forearms, she waited to see what her siblings would do. As eager as she was to inflict some pain and reinforce their superiority on the shortsighted races of the world, there was little reason to do all the hard work getting there herself.

Of course, it would be her minions doing the hard work anyways, but that was beside the point.