"Oh look, you do have a mean streak," Nemesis smiled as he walked through the living room with his coffee. "Maybe you won't be an entirely useless lab assistant and you--" He pointed at the new woman. "While I appreciate the desire for grandeur, fireworks? In here? Would be something of a fire hazard. And fanfare? The neighbors complain when we have the TV on too loud. If you're going to be here it's time to start accepting the utter mediocrity of our circumstances."