[@Orange Juice]

[Location: Hall of Heroes]

Vix was watching as the boy scout, how Annabelle nicknamed him, was giving out orders on how to handle the situation. She studied how the other people followed his lead. The rocket soon flying out the room and with that out the picture of who ever was streaming it. She listened to the inhuman words, adding a few new observation to the file about her. She wanted action, to be a hero. 
Vix wasnt sure if she wanted action. She came here to fix herself. Once fixed she could be a hero... Does she want that? Even if she was build for it, she was build to be a daughter as well... if she was not efficient enough if she couldnt get fixed. Couldnt learn to control her powers...Than what? Not be a hero? She didnt share any of her thinking process. Instead she pushed it far away behind the more logical parts of herself.

"I get what you mean." Vix commented about the settle in part. In truth that was one of the phrases that she didnt understood. It was simpler to confirm then question it. It was simple strange, and it reminded her of bird behaviour of making nest. A fresh clip played from how the rocket exploded outside. It didnt look like anyone got anything more serious.

She blinked and the projection stopped, her eyes returning to their normal brown color. It was hard to pick the next sentence for Vix. 
"Having a preference is a good assistance to find the one. For the record, bad guys/girl and rule breakers in general are known to have a specific appeal. I myself have not decided what are mine preferences yet." Vix stretched her arms, shifting her position slightly. 
"But for today I am more interested in who will be our teachers."