"Holy cats, Vance, you look like you were staked out for the tides."

So that was a "no," then. Or possibly she hadn't even asked anyone.

Nita, none the worse for wear if her chipper tone was anything to go by--and it wasn't, always--dropped to the ground to sit next to him. If Vance deigned to glance over, he'd see that, characteristically, she'd shed most of her clothes and had been wandering around barefoot in a t-shirt for who knew how long. Also, at some point, she'd come into possession of a trident, which she had balanced across her crossed legs. And she was looking a little damp.

So, situation normal with the New Warriors' Atlantean representative.

"Can I get you something? I think I have some gumdrops in my pack still."