Laughter from behind her and a super cryptic voice. Her head slowly turned to face Skallagrim as he rose to his feet. Skeleton dude isn't dead, and is preaching about how gods can die. Neato burrito. Keezi slipped the bat into her pack again and reached into her pants pockets, rifling around for a bit and finding what she was looking for. She pulled out a pack of mini-cigars and placed one between her lips. "So, what about that?" With a flick of her thumb she lit the tip of the stick and let out a puff. "So I've been tossed into a place where I get to choose what world I get to go to? Neat."

Her hand slipped the pack into her right front pocket real quick and she pulled another drag. "I'm going to a new world where my superpowers are gonna work? And in this place there's gonna be super powered people I can beat up?" The cigar had burnt up completely and she tossed the butt aside, wiping her hands off afterwards. "Which one of these worlds has the biggest ass to kick? Let me rephrase that. Who's ass needs to be kicked hardest? I think that I should probably storm in, beat them up, steal their food, and then call it a day. That sound like a good idea to you? Er- SkeletonDude?" Keezheekoni had totally forgotten the introductions, and assuming this thing was some sort of god or emperor thing she just assumed she wasn't supposed to know its name. And that it knew everything about her already.

"Oh, uh, right. The cold. Why'd you make the room cold? It's an appreciated gesture, but why'd you do it?" The girl had started stretching, lowering her body to the ground and pushing her right leg as far out to the side as possible. Repeating the process with her left leg, and then twisting her arms around and around carefully. "Can one of these tubes lead me right in the face of whoever I'm gonna turn into my punching bag? That'd be cool, just show up and whack'm in the head with a bat."