Dismay's eyes closed as she became engulfed in her own mind, the scene from today replaying on a constant loop. Why had he just stared back there?! God.. that amused look in that person's eyes... I want to bash his head into the concrete! hissed the outraged thoughts, violent urges washing over the shadow-controlling teen. In fact, Dismay was so caught up in her train of thought that Matt's words barely registered. It was when Helena spoke that some reaction was elicited from the metacognitive villain.
"We have to talk to the Heroes." rang out in the room, clear as a bell. Immediately, Dismay's blackened orbs flew open, a look of disgust swimming in their vast emptiness. Talk... talk to THEM!? Why?! screeched the appalled inner voice, seething anger behind each word. Crossing her arms tightly across her chest, Dismay shuffled the position she was currently in so that those converse-clad feet found a new home on the floor, rather than the table. However, as much as the young villainess hated the idea of cooperating with THEM, the logical side of her was arguing that it would be for the best. A small 'tch' was given before the teen gritted out, reluctance almost tangible, "Fine.... but I swear to God, someone has to hold me back."