They were barely past the initial introductions when everything started happening all at once. But in the end, it all made sense to RoZeta.<br/><br/>Here she was, with no full-fledged intentions of becoming a member of the newly forming Teen Titans. She was more interested in getting a detailed tour of the place where her father spent the bulk of his younger years fighting crime in the name of justice. At the very least, she was hoping to attain some special visitor status, as a civilian rather than as a superhero member. From the brief introductory exchanges with the primary characters of this headquarters, she already ascertained the level of comfort with being in the presence of abnormal human beings. Being the daughter of the freakish Poison Ivy, RoZeta had to deal with odd glances from onlookers at her greenish dark complexion, not to mention that she had to be careful in avoiding contact so as to not poison anyone. Ideally, she wanted some involvement with an establishment which celebrated being different, although not in a crime-fighting capacity. Perhaps as a computer maintenance worker and/or landscaping gardener and/or resident instructor/professor and/or forensics lab technician. Anything that's civilian in nature rather than military or superheroic.<br/><br/>But hold that thought for now. At the moment, she was thrust into the blur and heat of the moment. First the surprise upon seeing Leif Luthor welcoming them as if he was the wealthy benefactor behind the Teen Titans revamp, then the blur of the Titans East team teleporting in via Zeta tube technology, and now, on the holographic screen, some destruction occuring in the city, putting civilians in danger.<br/><br/>All this time, RoZeta, quietly looked to Cyborg for some hints as to what they ought to do. She knew Victor's many faces of stoicness, although to the casual observer, it's just one big brooding expression. This particular face had displeasure in it. As if he was demanding,<span style="font-style: italic">What, what do you think this is?! Some 'warm-up' when people's lives are in danger?! Hey kiddo, leave this to the professionals, we'll save your practice and training for another day in controlled environments!</span><br/><br/>"Oh, okay," RoZeta found herself not hesitating to follow what must be the Titans East's leader by her charisma, demeanour, and decisiveness. It was the least she could do, operate the advanced tech of Titans Tower. Her fingers skimmed through the holographic keyboard, and by instinct, she was already hacking into the city network systems controlling traffic lights, overhead bridge controls, subway operations, even diverting dispensible vehicles such as sturdy garbage trucks into formations that would cordone off the hot zone, preventing civilians from entering it while simultaneously providing shields. Her fingers were a blur on the console, which highlighted the fact that, despite the available tech, Victor consciously decided against a neural interface for his daughter. Indeed, there was nothing cybernetic about her at all.<br/><br/>And in the back of RoZeta's mind -- as she tagged all participants onscreen, red for the perp, and green for the heroes converging on the scene -- everything seemed so convenient. Lief being here. Having access to the Tower mainframe. Other Team showing up. Then Lief alerting everyone himself to a crime scene occurring. It all seemed so convenient. Maybe it was her father's distrust of Lexcorp, his public disapproval of the League's stupid security deal which he thought compromised everything. But everything happening all in a blur...<br/><br/>Maybe this was a field test of some sort. Observers gauging each aspiring young hero's abilities.<span style="font-style: italic">Better to not give everything away, not show cards so early...</span>RoZeta glanced at the faint reflection of the others against the holoscreen, more specifically at the mind readers. Was she the only one, besides Victor of course, finding it all suspicious?