Storm listened to what the, as of yet unintroduced, boy had to say, and nodded. "Yes. I know I'll eventually get tired and have to land." She paused for a moment. "At least I can fly and am not stuck in that frozen room with the corpses." So far her music had all been high energy songs which seemed to help keep her energy up, but she knew that her energy would eventually run out. That was why she wanted the wheelchair. She wondered why the boy was circling around her, finding it strange since none of the others were doing so. When he was in front of her she backed up a little, and flew up closer to the ceiling.