Chelsea blushed a little. "Well, um, I've never been much for dresses really, and I figured 'gangster' was overdone, so I decided to go with something different." She rolled out onto the floor. "And I don't know about a medal. Captain America over there got in the way before I could make sure that creep didn't ever reproduce. I was more pissed about being nearly knocked over than worried about trying to keep the peace." She started moving her chair back and forth on the floor, occasionally leaning back to bring her front wheels off the ground a little. She'd seen some videos of people in wheelchairs dancing and was trying to remember all the right moves. She went in circles around Lisa and Molly. This is fun! How have I not done this before? "And you're right, Molly, they definitely are odd creatures. But I think they're that way on their own too." She laughed and did a wheelie and spun on her back wheels, her hair flying out from under her hat.