"You raided the New York library?" she blinked. The library was one of her favorite places. That is, before it became a popular spot with the undead. No, in spite of that, it still was. Colleen shook her head disapprovingly. "That's too bad, because I actually kind of agree with you." The preservation of the arts was very important to her, but the way Namor spoke made it seem like this devastation was permanent and she, for one, refused to think that way. Colleen bit her lip, gaze low and off to the side as she sat there thoughtfully. Home, sweet Home was a mess. After a moment, a slow, honeyed smirk danced across her lips and she flickered up her gaze to meet his. It was time to try out a more gentler tactic since it was clear he did not respond well to her prior ones."Is there any way," she leaned over, voice dropped to a lowly purr, "that I can convince you to stop plundering my poor city?"