She could devour a human body whole in under an hour. She could turn herself into a living and, literally, breathing ecosystem. She could make a perfect clone of herself. She, much like the Czarnian across the room from her, could regenerate from nothing more then a drop of blood. ... but she couldn’t be assed to make herself taller then an intimidating 5′2″.
Not that she was a creature that typically felt emotions... but it would seem that pettiness was something that she’d grown quite accustomed to. Which is why she was about two seconds from throwing her hands in the air and stomping off. But what would the point in that be? Especially when she had a rare opportunity here.
He’s the last of his kind. Which meant she would, most likely, never get another chance to observe one of his species. But with that in mind? If he’s the last one... that meant he was Lobo. That meant that, to learn, she’d end up imprinting on him-- and that was a sort of personality she wasn’t sure if she should let herself get swept up in. Not that she’d experienced it first hand, not fully at least. They’re in the same room-- with her looking sorely out of place among the other patrons of this... well, she supposed it was a bar? Though that description was almost too generous.
Maybe she’d make a game of this, since she seemed so unsure of it all. She didn’t believe in fate all too much-- so it would be fun to tempt it. She was going to continues nursing her drink, the tasteless swill that it was, and see if he happened to make some decision to approach her. If he didn’t? She probably dodged a bullet-- but if he did? Well-- at least the way that she and her sisters imprinted made them enjoy the ride.
Looked like he was moving, and what would happen would shape her future for her. Just like every duplicate of herself before her. But part of her hoped he just kept walking.
