She's trying to follow his story. The people. Picking up names and things. She can understand the armor, she supposes. He looks more like a punk kid then a street fighter out to correct crimes. Which is good, she supposed. Though she doesn't think fighting is that great.

She leaned back and let him tell his story, purple dragons, someone named Raph, a friends ninja master father training her. It seemed like something out of a story book or cartoon, but she can't really place it at all. Then again everything seemed out of a story book in this place. She met HP Lovecraft. Anything can happen.

"So, you have a friend learning to be a lady ninja. And another person who stopped you from hurting some thugs. What about family? Or, who taught you how to do that thing with the pucks back there? What's your friend like? Maybe they'll ask her to come and help, if you think she'd have the personality to want to help."