Presence? The plate shattered as the teen titans' leader dropped his plate onto the floor. Yumeji watched with half-lidded eyes, although the fact still remained that he was slightly surprised by the weak mind Featherbane possessed. But still, he had every intention to soak the streets in the blood of his enemies, and appeared to be following the inprecise orders. Move? Where? He looked around at the others, most colourfully dressed in what a passer-by might refer to as a 'cosplayer'.<br/><br/>Without ado, he moved forward, chucking the empty can into the bin. He entered the lift, awaiting for the others to enter. While it remained true that he could enter the atmosphere and land with no more exertion that those of ten steps, he was exceedingly lazy. Dark powers, aura, whatever, they were for the 'magic-based' titans. As for himself, he could not sense anything other than the fact that things may just end up in a bloodbath. He glanced at the timer within his watch, one hour of Esper mode still remained, after which, he would require to either charge up or absorb energy to convert the vectors.<br/><br/>The lift descended, and he spoke, for the first time in awhile, "So, what's the plan? Are we going to capture them or kill 'em all?" His lips curled as he awaited Feather's decision.