"You can touch me anywhere you want, doctor." She said as she placed her foot on the bed- conveniently on the space between his legs. "And its chlorophyll. Not chlorine. I can produce my own chlorophyll... for starters." From within her shoe grew the beginning tendrils of her familiar English ivy. Lucky for him, he believed it was in his mind after too many pills and one too many shots of liquor. Lucky for her, she was from a world of one dimensional villains. She threw the files of both herself and Eve on the bed as she locked eyes with the doctor. He was tempting her...
By now the vines had fully grown up her leg and disappeared sinfully under her skirt. "Ricin protein A bonded with my own blood and integrated with my DNA. Something I've marked as "the green" for a lack of better words has systematically been replacing genetic markers with whatever it feels like. Increased pheromone production. Quadruple whiteblood cell creation with no renal failure or any other failure for that matter. Mentally unstable. Violent. Any more green jokes you want to throw out there?"