Several days ago, before the attack on Stark

Arrietty Johan was pissed off. Stark had declared himself the new leader of their organisation. She would not stand for such an arrogant drecksau to lead what they had. They had done good, they had saved the world. She was most certainly banning him from the R&D section. No matter how it had to be done.

“So ein Beschiß!” She roared, looking a councilman in the eye after calling them up. One who actually new German, of course. It would be a waste of time to scream at someone who didn’t understand the language, there was rage, and then there was craziness. “Er hat ein backpfeifengesicht! Warum würden Sie damit einverstanden? Zur Holle mit dir!”

She kills the feed again, and sits in the center of her room, glaring at a poster of Starks face, affixed to a testing dummy. It’s not the first poster to pass through and be destroyed by Arrietty. Weapons test, gadget tests and more.

“Du verdammtes Arschloch.” She mutters, spitting at the poster. At least they changed the name to Superhuman World Organization, Research Division. She had some control left. “Schwein.”