Kitten
Kitten had slipped away into one of her little wonderlands halfway through the Key's introductions. She had heard enough to remember their names, which she so easily seemed to forget even though they had just signed a peace treaty. "Hmm, I think they need more sugar." She tapped her chin while thoughtfully chewing on another cookie. The mentioning of a fellow Siren encountering one of the many crazed cannibals that lurked around had sent her right back into reality and she was suddenly fully focused on the conversation. She clutched at her chest and leaned forward as if someone had punched her in the stomach. "My poor baby! I'm so happy to hear you've helped her out, oh now how will I ever repay you? Hm, I know I bake you an endless supply of cookies! I suppose that seems fair right?" She had tensed up at first, thinking that one of her gang members had fallen to some tragic fate, but she was alright and receiving medical attention so Kitten visibly relaxed.
Her thought train switched tracks and she was right back to thinking about the cookies. "I'm thrilled you all enjoy them, I do love baking it's at the top of my list right above kicking ass and dying my hair." Another fit of puerile giggles escaped her mouth before the girl named Stella had kindly asked Aden and Kitten to sit in the chairs instead of the table. "Oh...," she looked around like she was just noticing the chairs there for the first time. "Since you asked nicely." She shrugged and sat down in the closest chair but after settling down she propped her legs up on the table and tilted her chair backwards against it's two hind legs. "Ah much better." It was a struggle to sit still for more than a few seconds, waiting around for the other gangs to arrive was driving her crazy.
Kitten drummed her fingers over the handle of the pink whip she had in resting in her lap and started humming to keep herself busy. "Hmph, I hope they don't expect us to wait all day now." She started pouting and folded her arms over her chest with an irritated sigh. "So, I came up with what I think is a great idea. Grant is the richest man in the world now, I bet he has a whole mansion full of maids and butlers. We could all dress up like his servants to get inside, then I could make him a nice cup of Earl Grey--wait for it, this is the best part! It's poisoned! He wouldn't know any better though, since I mean he has to have a certain level of trust for the hired help right? He'll drink it and just drop dead! Then we could all gather around in his office and dance around his body! Ooh maybe I could even draw little doodles on his face, I wonder if he already has a mustache. I bet it isn't pink!" Kitten looked at each of the Keys, the scary part about her plan was that she was dead serious. "It's perfect right?" She clasped her hands together in anticipation, awaiting for everyone to applaud her on the crafted scheme.