Midnight avoided the others over the course of their downtime. Most, if not all of them, were selfish meatheads only interested in furthering their own name and for that they had his respect, a selfish mentality was needed to be a leader among villains. Many of them were also criminally stupid and lacked the prerequisite brain power to be anything but a shield to be used by Midnight and the one ally he had actually begun to appreciate.

'Standing' an inch or so from the ground with his exoskeleton nearby, the cosmic villain was cross armed and staring at the gathered muscle. Something about that word and its constant use in the criminal underworld was a disgusting example of the wasted brain power of the usual villainy. Where were the thinkers in this crew, who could truly shine amomgst the lackwits.
Diselpunk had been a rare exception to the meathead rule. Engaging Midnight on the regular while he had pondered the stars in the late nights when the world slumbered. 
Her company had become welcomed in short order as they had conversed in depth enough to sate his curiosities.

"Do you think these new members will hinder the plan more than they help? Fodder rarely serves a purpose beyond hindrance anyways." His tone was low so only Dieselpunk could hear him. It wasn't so much that the quirkless gun toting help were not needed but his own opinion on the crew shuffling. Teams needed to know each other, from the lowest soldier to the top executive in some cases.