Dahlia had been a little... grumpy ever since her first negaverse meeting. The meeting had been fairly chaotic and things had gone down that had only proven to upset the cat. It was her fault really.. her pride that had made her say things she probably shouldn't have.. her pride that had taken what others had said back so poorly. It had made her begin to question things she had at one time been so sure of. And really.. it was her pride and the bruising to her ego that had kept her in such a nasty mood for the days afterwards.

Not wanting to talk to anyone long enough to get herself teleported back to the streets of Destiny City, she'd instead simply hung around the negaspace. For the first day or two she had been geniunely hiding, brooding away. But when the third day had come... she'd finally quit. Granted she wasn't going out of her way to talk to anyone, but now atleast she was lounging within visable sight, at the moment upon a crystaline ledge.

Her posture was slumped, tail dangling lifelessly, really it was as if her entire aire and posture was screaming 'woe is me' to anyone who might past. She wasn't dwelling on it for the moment though.. instead thinking of the things that had gone down during the meeting and what job she'd be best for. Dahlia had absolutely no interest in playing in the rift unless a senshi requested her presence. Space...? If Hiro was going she was stay behind and keep track of things here. Large scale energy collection maybe? She thought she would be good at helping to come up with plans for that but... would they even listen to her? She was beginning to doubt that now.... Grumpy.