Chris has been pacing amidst all the discussion, staying along the wall at the back of the room. There's a little more... slink to her movements. She's wearing sunglasses, and her eyes seem to be bothering her.
She seems impressed by the rant Rose pulls out, and at how collected Joey's staying. She finally pads her way towards the front of the room, going barefoot as her toes seem to be gripping a bit more with each step.
"I'm not as good with the speeches as the others, Cyclops, so I'll make it simple for you." She looks up at him, stopping right in front of the adult.
"We need some time to lick our wounds and get our heads back on, no doubt, but if you think you can stand there, after you just got PWNED yourself, and tell us to stop doing what we do, to stop doing what we can do..." She pulls off the glasses, bright green feline eyes gazing back at him. "--then you don't know the first thing about us."
She turns her back to him and puts the glasses back on as she gives out a loud but composed thought to the rest of the group, those who can hear it.
//If he won't let us do what we can do, then we'll pack up and do it from somewhere else.// A hint of a smirk comes through, mentally.
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