At this point she's already committed to forcing through that name and identity, so with Doc going into some kind of rambling speech, she decides now's the right time to finish this little introduction. Walking over to him, she slaps him on the back to knock him out of that.

"Don't gotta run your head in circles there. Stitch is plenty good, just gotta make sure they agree to it. Got you to back me up on pushing it through, yeah?" She gives him a smile, not really a convincingly happy one but turns around back to the way they came from quick enough that it's easy to miss

"Nice meeting another Ward. Be seeing you around."

"Appreciate the help, but I don't think I'll ever make anything like Ariadne work." With her accent and unfamiliarity, she absolutely butchers the name. "Stitch ain't half bad though. Think they'll let me do some horror movie look? You know, lean into it being all scary like."

She stands up on the couch, sort of hopping off back onto the floor. "Be more fun than getting saddled with something like Scarf or some shit."

"Eh, respect the attitude. Can't say I'd ever be like that but I'm not the one running around calling themselves one." She smiles a bit to herself, shaking her head a little. "Guess you're the kind of people I gotta learn to live with now."

With that, she sits back up, hugging her knees to stay upright easier. "Power got all my insides changed out for rope. Shoots out like a hole in a water balloon if I get stabbed or something. Without my real body in the way of it all I can throw cars around and shit. Couple hours later I'll get in a little cocoon and go back to being flesh and blood."

"Got jack and shit. Hard to make what I got saddled with look any good on camera. Long as I don't look like an idiot it'll be alright I guess. Still a pain in my ass it's gotta go through those office shitheels."

She leans her head back over the armrest, letting her hair dangle back over the edge. "Still, those ancient little comics? Can't say you struck me the type."

She scoffs at the old name idea. She doesn't actually get it, but she's not going to show that fact off. "Dunno how much slack they'll hand me, but probably not much."

She sort of cranes her neck around, looking for where he'd put it. "They let you do that? Thought they'd be tightass around anything fun."

She has a kind of blank expression of clearly not understanding what he's going on about as he talks about the games but checks back in once he's done with that. "Close enough. Got shipped up here to be one. Haven't had a chance to get all that costume bullshit done yet. They're gonna do something stupid about it, I know it."

She stands up and walks over to a couch, just sort of falling into it. "But anyway, got let off the leash long enough to check out the rest of the building. Pretty swanky."

As is usually the case, Cass enters the room by loudly pushing open the door. Sadly the doors in this building aren't the old kind that you can really hear, but she still does the best that she can with what she has available.

As a lot of her belongings are still being transferred over from Texas, she's currently wearing gym shorts and a PRT hoodie. She strolls over to where Doc is sitting, leaning her arms against the back of the seat.

" 'Sup with that?" Even that little bit of speech drips with her accent, obviously from Texas, and not the parts with money