"I'm not psychotic, and I'm not a clown." She doesn't seem to see any kind of humor in that. Her eyes, when they lift to look at Selina, are hard somehow-- not in a purposeful way, but more the way that a soldier's eyes are hardened. "Despite what everyone says, I am a hero."

A pause, then in a gesture that's oddly Abby, she glances down at the stack of clothes, rubbing one of her arms briefly. "And I fixed everything about myself that I hated."