Most of their objections are nothing but noise to her - the mewling of prey being hunted. She slowly walks in the groups direction, her sabers at each side. Each footstep brings another eruption of plant life, and it isn't long until her roses are already spiraling up towards the ceiling, their petals glowing softly.

Her eyes settle on Joker, hearing him mostly because he's the only one to speak to her with any respect. Her eyes are as piercing as the thorns she grows so liberally.

"Come to me," she says, obviously indicating Joker. "I will have you answer my questions."