Lisa watched as Nine sneaked out of the room where he had kept his caffeine-addled future incarnations. She couldn't help but to grin as she tightened her grip on the black sharpie in her hand. He gave her a puzzled look, staring at the permanent marker.

"Is Eleven completely passed out?" she asked with a wide grin.

"What are you planning?"

"I've threatened to color in his eyebrows with this," she said, lifting the sharpie to draw attention to it.

She watched as the corners of Nine's mouth raise in the beginnings of a grin. He seemed to like her plan.

"Got another one?" he asked.

"Does this mean you're teaming up with me to prank those two?" she asked with a widening grin.

"No," he said sarcastically before saying, "of course I am."

She grinned at Nine before running down the corridor and ducking into her room, only to emerge from the room with a handful of sharpies of various colors. He grinned at the pile of felt tip pens she held before looking up at her.

"Fantastic!"