Chie was glad she had encorperated the kid into the conversation. It had been a bumpy start so far but with Ashe properly scorned by their coordinator and introductions out of the way she felt much better about among this ragtag group. The first thing she noted was that despite all the powers and personalities they were all just youngsters that were equally as unprepared for this situation. 

Except for Melissa, she seemed as ready as Tony. So far Chie was making a mental note to listen to her, she seemed to only speak when it was important. Hearing Michael try to explain the symbiote inadequately had a disarming charm to it that put at ease. It was comforting to know there were people just as nervous as Niel and her.

The kid was an enigma, and try as she might Chie couldn't recall a songle time her mother mentioned Excaliber in her many stories. She use to cling to every detail of her mother's escapades as a child around Sai's age, and so was clear she wouldn't know this tike's mother. 

Chie was lost in thought when the blue light illuminated her vacant stare. She snapped back to reality and tried her best to listen to Tony Stark like he was the math teacher. She had to look around and see the others touching the holographic screen to get the full picture.

[color=MediumSlateBlue]"A taste of home..." [/color] she said out loud as the homesickness hit her all at once. She could have any room she wanted: a plasma tv, all the luxuries she could ever want. Still, the longer she toyed with the system the more her virtual room began to emulate the look of the room back in Gotham, minus the mess she always left. Once she recognized what she had made she stared at it for a moment in contemplation. This was suppose to be a new start, yet somehow no amount of couches and queen sized beds could match her old room. She did add to the bathroom though, having a full bath tub didn't sound like a bad idea.

When she was done the room she had built was covered in posters of all her favorite bands. Empty shelves where her trophies use to go made the room feel barren, as did the open floor that was only obstructed by a desk, wardrobe and her small single sized futon. A small, old box television sat on top of the wardrobe. She painted the walls purple, in her old room they had been pink and she quickly came to hate it. The hardwood floor wasn't as worn and rickety looking as her old one but it would suffice.

Letting out a sigh if releif she quickly chimed in when she had finished.
[color=MediumSlateBlue]"Done! Might I say, it's a room for for a queen"  [/color] she boasted in a jovial manner.