'Over doing it' was understating Mystique's demeanor. Morro understood what the blue woman was getting at. This lot didn't take offense to much - they were all outcasts anyway. Mystique was challenging them to prove themselves in a time that was decidedly desperate.
Still, Pietro seemed to see her actions as a personal attack, and he returned her serve oh-so-precious form. She could've pinched his cheeks.
He was perched at his sister's arm, the redhead looking a bit more fiery than per usual. Now that the McWeird twins were hitting the road, Morro stood and made her way toward their leader-by-inheritance. "A word, Pietro?"