Princess Luisa
Luisa tilted her head a little as Blumiere. What was wrong with him? Nothing had gone wrong, had it? "Are you okay?" She had to ask, of course! She always made sure, she was way too nice for her own good sometimes. But of course this didn't count: there wasn't anything wrong with asking! "It's not art, it's vandalism!" Marissa protested as she sat up, and then stood, slipping out from under him to stand almost nose-to-nose with the Blooper. "If you weren't a bad guy, the people wouldn't have needed to call us for help! They don't call in heroes to stop artists!" Marissa stared at him intently for long moments, her lips still pursed in that angry way of hers, before she abruptly stuck her tongue out and took two steps back. "The only reason you're not fried Blooey-style is that Luisa defended you. She's nice, but she's not stupid, so she's gotta have a good reason."