"Wouldn't Jerks work just as well?" she quips, lips twitching upward. She's amusing herself considering what Steph is saying, though in the end she inclines her head to the Batgirl and has nothing further to say. Criminals, people who sought to create pain and strife, they did count as pretty weird. No argument on that front.

"Perspective is crazy." There's more she can offer on the subject, but she's said about as much as she's willing to on her world, the war, and the conclusion only Vanadi's word has provided. He may be as much of a liar as she is, or as she often is out of a defense against the world and a decision on how to view the events around her, but she and he had stopped that dance some time ago. She felt he knew, from the Collette in his improbable world-crossing home in Cittagazze. The girl who lived, and the war that was won. If she had to settle for only one of those truths for herself, well, the war would be won. As long as she was here, the other would also hold true.

"It's got to be the worst for people who aren't sure what they're doing is right." The Yeerks who didn't want to fight, who wanted peace or coexistance, or to be nothlit as something beyond themselves for the rest of their natural lifespans. "How's the rooftop cruising going around here? Is there much to really vigilante with?"