Sometimes she’s thankful for her skin, because she’s fairly certain that if she was white, even her ears would be red. “Yeah… Mr. Stewart talked about me?” She remembers that Lantern, he helped Static from time-to-time, and had even helped Icon recently. He reminded her of her father, all military efficiency and strength. She smiles slightly and her voice this time is stronger. “I’ve heard about you from him too.”
“Indeed he has. He was praising you for your aid in recent events.” Her eyebrows arch in surprise at Rocket’s final statement. It wasn’t often that other Lanterns discussed her and when they did, it was never in a very positive light. “Though I trust Lantern Stewart very much, I do hope that you have heard nothing ill about me.”
She shrugs, looking momentarily confused. “Why would I?” Stewart’s a military man, that much she knows, and she’s certain that he’d never speak ill of anyone unless provoked. She smiles, “All I’ve heard has been great!” She smiles, and a few strands of hair fall in her face. Not thinking of the woman in front of her she sticks out her lip and blows it out of her face.
“It is a very complicated story and a lengthy one as well,” she supplies. “But there are some Lanterns within the Corps who no longer trust me.” Her ring flickers and two construct cushions take shape between her and Rocket. She maneuvers one of them behind the younger girl and moves the other one behind herself. “I suppose that I am simply a bit paranoid when others tell me that my fellow Lanterns have been speaking about me.” She takes a seat on the construct and smiles when Rocket blows the hair out of her eyes.