Her hands closing into fists was the only indication that Ultrawoman was considering lashing out in violence against Doctor Destruction's condescension.  Her expression was still one of bemused interest, eyes staring at a point a thousand miles away.  In the end, she was sane enough not to lash out at the most powerful supervillain in the world, and opened her hands before she got on board his craft as if she had every right to be there.  Beneath the bright prison lights, the metallic studs on her chest glimmered with a faint orange light.  "Useful who cares?  They go that way we go this way who do the Fins chase?  Maybe us, maybe them, maybe both, but less for us."