When Fetter had asked, "you okay?" CopyCat gave a wonderfully fake smile and said, "A-okay!" Nodding and making a thumbs up. Now she was slumped in her seat on the nightblade, staring dejectedly out the window. She had failed miserably at being a hero.<br/><br/>Sure, she did a couple things right. She saved a guy from the boat. She'd flown, zipped across the sky, probably looking pretty good for the news cameras, but then she'd been whacked by a tentacle and dropped into the ocean. If that guy hadn't changed back into... well, she hoped it was his real form. If he were actually a giant octopus that could change into human form, she thought that would be too weird.<br/><br/>She shook her head and a tight smile formed. She was distracting herself with silliness again. The fact was, despite her powers, despite this body which she now inhabited, she was just an unpopular girl who had no idea how to be a hero. Heroes were people like... well, like Fetter. Look at her, all confident and poised, attractive but tough, everything a heroic woman was supposed to be. CopyCat was... the opposite. Uncertain, weak, unskilled...<br/><br/>She wished she didn't want this so bad, but she did. She needed this. There was nowhere else for her to go. She couldn't return to her own family, couldn't let Jenny's family ever see her like this... the Cadre was her only family now, and she seemed incapable of forming any kind of relationship with any of them. It's not like this was new; she'd always been the outsider. She just figured that being attractive would make everything easier, but so far it hadn't.<br/><br/>She stared out the window at the ocean and skyline racing past and wondered about the future, oblivious to those around her.