She's still looking, curious to see if a map shows up or something useful. Hardly. Her eyes narrow as she follows the words. The quirk is a little harder to parse but she gets the message.

"Her imperious--fuck." Her hands curl up into fists and her breath catches in the back of her throat. She wants to tear her eyes out, but she's weaponless. Take her out or die trying, she supposes. She starts to turn to speak when a flash of yellowred catches her eye, draws her back.

"...Wait what? What was that--come back!" She taps the screen again, frantically trying to call back up the words. 69.