"Whelp!" Sophie slapped the leather seats she rested upon and launcher herself back up from a heavily reclined position, "if that's it I'll be on my way." She had honestly expected more out of Sam's mouth than a welcome to the house of heroes. She could deduce herself this was where they'd stay; she wanted genuinely [i]important[/i] information, not some invitation to become friends or family. Given how heavily the doors to each member's rooms were, she obviously didn't expect them to get along [i]that[/i] much.

Swiping her bag from the floor, Sophie paid little mind to the rest of the company and headed straight for "her" room. One in particular had her name already printed on it's front. How quaint. At least it wasn't a personally fabricated art and crafts label made hastily the day before for each of them. As soon as she reached for the door handle, an electronic voice stopped her.

"First time user, please scan finger print." Sophie dropped her bag beside herself and pried a glove from her hand. Pressing her thumb to the glass surface, she waited for a red laser light to dart across the underside. "Sophie Kirkville, authenticated. Please provide a verbal password." She paused for a moment, coming up with something. If it was voice recognition [i]and[/i] required one's fingerprint, she couldn't imagine using some super secret password would much more to the security. She could have fun with this one.

"Salad Tossing Table Turners," she said firmly, a big grin on her face. It was dumb, but it was funny to her nonetheless.

"Affirmed. Welcome Sophie Kirkville," the digital voice greeted. Sophie heard something unlock within the door frame and she reached for the handle, pulling it down and throwing the door open into a lavish room. Not lavish for long. With her foot, she hooked the strap of her bag and yanked it forward, launching the container into her room with a messy flop. Sophie entered and looked about, noting the clean bed sheets, the personal bathroom, a desk, chair, set of windows, and a television screen.

"Well I've seen enough." Despite having just entered the place she'd sleep in for a good duration of her life, she had already become disinterested. Sophie was never one to linger in her home much in the first place, so what her room turned out to be was of little importance; so long there was a bed made of something other than rocks, it sufficed. With one last passing glance, she looked again before exiting and shutting the door behind herself. With a look across both ends of the hallway, she noted where everyone else's rooms were. Pocketing her hands inside her jacket, she trudged down the hall and for some arbitrarily-sought corner of the mansion. Might as well scope the place out, she thought.

There were a number of loose trinkets and decorations practically caking the mansion in lavishness, and Sophie of course could not walk along without staring and considering the profit behind them all. This was "their" house, it seemed, so as far as she was concerned everything in it was shared... to a degree. Of course even if she didn't consider it hers, the objects were fair game all the same. Without a means of transportation she could use readily, though, she would forgo snatching up whatever her arms could carry to the pawn shop.

A grim realization returned to her head during the peruse across the mansion; Beauty was on her so called "Team One". Not to mention the leader-almighty herself, and that out of place digital dog. What terrible luck. Sophie shrugged her shoulders in agitation and thrust her arms lower for a moment, stretching the fabric of her jacket. She tried to diverge her mind from it, but given the utter lack of entertainment in this prinny mansion, it was difficult to busy herself otherwise. A loud moan escaped her throat as she kicked her shoes across the tile wood floors once and continued on.

Eventually her mindless meandering led her to the "training room". She expected punching bags and rubber mats, but instead found a sealed chamber door and an observatory to the side already occupied by someone else; Frostbite. Trudging up the stairs to get a better view of what this high-tech chamber was, she stepped beside Frostbite but remained silent, her attention turned on Sniper's ordeal. Holograms were cool, but it'd never help her given the nature of her powers. At best she'd just learn how to run around a bit better. To get anything serious done, she'd need someone to actually hurt her first.

With an unseen gesture of her hands -still embedded in her jacket pouches- she spoke to Frostbite with an utterly straight face.

"Would you mind turning the thermostat up? Getting cold in here."