Ms. Marvel mumbled softly, "Not trying very hard, or surprised I'd dare? Like the warm version of you."<br/><br/>Zoë's look of surprise was still on the door, and not towards the bed until that moment. She looked over and blushed, although she and Nakia had done much more, more often. Naively, she asked, "I'm not interrupting anything? I mean you like that Vivian Vision girl, right?"<br/><br/>"Zoë..." Nakia practically whimpered.<br/><br/>"It's..." Ms. Marvel sighed as Zoë went right to the closet and grabbed a costume from it. "What did you need advice on?"<br/><br/>Zoë pretended like she was sizing up something she wanted to buy. "You misunderstand, Sweety... I want his advice. You've made it pretty clear<i>you're</i>okay with the... What do we call ourselves?<u>Ms. Marvel Posse. Jersey City Branch</u>."<br/><br/>Nakia grabbed Ms. Marvel by the shoulder as she looked ready to choke Zoë. "I'll get her later."<br/><br/>Zoë turned to Joseph. "So, hey... I'm Zoë... A Ms. Marvel stand in when she's outta commish or taking a sabbatical... We couldn't be her since... Um... Tuesday. Just found out why. Woulda liked a text, MM... Are you as a fan okay with what we do... And wanna join us? Oh wait... You'd have to wear this..." She held up the costume on the hanger. "Well, if you're into that, we could always use another Ms. Marvel... But I wanna know if we're doing right by the rest of the fans."