[She turns to him when he speaks, and that smirk is right back in place. She's not sure how long he's been there, or how much of her song he heard, but it doesn't matter to her.]

I am. [She puts a hand on her hip, lets the other hang loosely at her side.] Someone thinks their creation is a threat. I think it's cute, and I know exactly how to stop it. It'll be fun.