Mismatched gaze would rest on her face, laughter filling the air between them, however the amusement doesn't reach soulless eyes. Her own laughter would bubble up as the fallen tyrant suggests that they might actually work together in some sick and twisted way. Feigned emotion fell from pale features, replaced with her signature smirk that seemed to always rest on her lips. "Well I seem to be terrorizing just fine on my own." Words held such promise for the future. Amusement would curl her lips into a smirk, her gaze slipping from the pale wraith to the direction of her new self-proclaimed adversary. It was unknown to her that it was the woman who stood before that not only robbed the russet bitch of her eye, but her throne.
There was no denying which boy she spoke of. Novocaine. A shrug would lift broad shoulders. "He's survived." The brief statement was true. She had not been easy on him since she had dragged his unconscious dead weight home from the battlefield. He had even gone so far as to request a higher rank. But his beloved sister did not need to know that. Nor did she need to know that he was still completely useless, pouting his time his ego was bruised by another. But discussing the Cyclops boy was of no interest to the silver queen, no she was more interested in the ivory tyrant before her.