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Spider-man just sighed, bringing his tumb and forefinger up to massage the bridge of his nose. "Why do I even bother..."

Danny nodded. Although he didn't think that normal guns were this guy's style, he was going to trust Cat's judgement. He could also see where this Rorschach would remind Spider-Man of the Punisher; now that he thought about it, he WAS a little like Frank Castle. The intense seriousness that accompanied him more or less confirmed what Spider-Man said on that note. "So we all understand?" He glanced at Spider-Man as he asked the question, but then he focused more on Black Cat. He trusted Spider-Man to be careful; he'd worked with him before the Universe got screwed up. Black Cat, he wasn't so sure of; if Spider-Man felt she deserved all that reiteration, she very well might need it. Besides, he needed to make sure that she wasn't going to get hurt. He kept telling himself that it was purely out of concern for her demon issues. He knew he was lying to himself.

Dannt wateched her walk out, and asked Spider-man, "Is she always like that?"

Rorschach saw Black Cat walk back in. Didn't like the way she dressed. Like a whore. No decency at all. No concern for the beliefs of others. Still, he needed information. Rorschach asked her, "Is your Doctor Strange awake?"

"Eh..." Having no other option at the moment, Rorschach followed her; the others hadn't returned yet. He'll speak to them when they do. When he saw it was the kitchen, he started looking for something to eat; he hadn't eaten for while. He found a can of beans, and rummaged around further, finding a knife and spoon. He cut it open, and began eating it out of the can. "Answer. Is Strange awake?"

Rorschach said, "Not good enough. You are here. They are not. Need answers." He ate some more beans, making various versions of a 'shlorp' sound as he did. Good time to learn about his new aquaintances. "Tell me about Spider-Man. Daniel. Strange. Yourself."

Rorschach said, "No. No gun. Not one for shooting." Grapplig hook gun HAD been used for shooting police officer once. Had to do it at time. Didn't like doing it. Not neccesary now.

Reaper again opened his eyes and sighed a bit. He just wasn't going to get any sleep. He couldn't tell wether there were too many people around, his nerves were shot, or if he just couldn't. He glanced over towards the kitchen and thought for a moment. The little red head had also moved to peek into the kitchen. She apparently heard the doors opening as well. He grinned a bit and reached down to pick up the empty container he had earlier. "Hey kid..."
Rosie jumped a bit and spun around to face him, as if she thought she wasn't supposed to be peeking or something.
"...if you go in for something, would you mind getting one of these out of the fridge? It'll have red stuff in it. I'm sure you'll find plenty of things you like as well."
Rosie gave him a little smile and quickly made her way into the kitchen.

She didn't pay much attention to who else was in the kitchen, she simply went straight to the fridge. She grabbed the door and pulled back, but it was harder than she thought. Air locked or something. She gave it about three more tuggs before finally pulling it open, loosing her balance a bit. She quickly regained it though, and began to rummage through the fridge that was about twice her size.

Rosie paused and turned towards the woman with a packet of blood in one arm, and two handfuls of sugary looking foods. She stared at her a moment, then cocked her head to the side a bit and blinked. "How do you know my name?" she asked. She didn't recognise this lady....maybe she had met one of her duplicates.