The questions were met with the sound of an explosion as one of the bedroom doors flew off its hinges and crashed onto the ground. Green smoke poured from the open doorway, accompanied by the sound of loud blaring rock music, passing over the floor and quickly making the spacious Texan flat seem more like the misty moors of Scotland.<br/><br/>Something stirred amidst the green smoke, followed by the sound of coughing and spluttering. A figure walked out from the smoke, a young woman, dressed in black leather jacket, tattered grey shirt and skin tight jeans. Her skin was the color of bronze and her black hair was tied back in spikes, making it bare a slight resemblance to a pineapple. She rubbed at her eyes with tattered fingerless gloves and let out a groan as she looked down at the heavy boots on her feet.<br/><br/>"Awww bugger. I think I just blew up my new boots," she cursed in a British accent whilst surveying the damage dealt to the thick leather boots, that looked so hard that it seemed as if the explosive had done barely any damage to them.<br/><br/>The girl looked up from her boots, as if noticing for the first time that she wasn't alone, and gave Robin a small wave and a slight smile of embarrassment, "Uh...hi, sorry about that. A little experiment of mind went wrong," she said with a chuckle, striding across the room to the kitchen, completely ignoring the vast amounts of green smoke still pouring from her room.<br/><br/>"A little experiment involving Glycol and a few other chemicals. It turns out that peppermint mentos wasn't the best of choices," she said as she opened the fridge and pulled out a pizza box before dumping it on the counter and ceasing a piece with a greedy bite. "The names Nitro. Who are you?"