MARCO? MARCO?! - joining

The more he, Bakugou, speaks, the more she is reminded of several faces in her past, and though they are not exact matches of the feline who stands before her (after all, one is not always like the other), she immediately decides that she likes this grumbling, grumpy member of the group they call the Typhoon. Then again, it comes as no surprise--she does, after all, have a preference for two kinds of people: the mischievous, and the feisty.

"A pleasure to have met you, Bakugou," she calls after the retreating figure, straightening up from her bowed position to see the cat off before turning her attention to the dinosaur with a delightful sense of humor. Playful banter is familiar territory for the pale hellhound, one that she returns to with open arms.

"Ah, but crushing a house or two is the best part. How else am I supposed to witness a dinosaur crushing things underfoot except for this prime opportunity." Her smile is bright and easy, comfortable as she regards Owen with unrestrained appreciation. It's not every day one can say, with confidence, that they followed an indominous across an island populated by pirates and their kin. In fact, the statement itself is so outrageous that she knows she has to make it a reality. "Lead the way, ser!"