"Noob."

"What?"

"Noooooob."

Banner narrowed his eyes at the scrutinizing Warlock across from him. Only her eyes were visible from her coffee mug, and she narrowed her blue orbs at him.

"Noob."

"Noob?"

Marabell nodded assertively. "Noob."

The blue ceramic of her coffee mug went nicely with the blue themed interior of her ship. He often wondered what got him here, with a mad woman, floating in a hunk of metal through space.

Ah, Crucible.

'Happy, Happy Cabal' was written in an array of colors on her favorite coffee mug. What he found odd was that she owned more coffee mugs then she possessed glimmer, and she didn't even like coffee. She didn't like salad, either, but her fridge was full of various dressings and bags of lettuce.

Today, she was loose, billowy, dark blue skirts that varied in length, one side shorter then the other and was covered in was seemed to be glitter. She was also wearing her signature rainbow bandeau.

She studied him from over the rim of her mug, sipping noisily. If his helmet was off, she'd see him roll his eyes.

"Nooooob." She hisses lowly and gravely.

He's tried to figure out, he has. He really has. But it's just not worth it.

"Motherfucker."

He resisted the urge to respond to the name. Which was bad, because he actually, subconsciously, DID respond to it. Brainwash.

"Sugar me." She snapped her fingers.

Banner bit back a snappy remark on how much sugar she's added to that damn cup of whatever it is in the past fifteen minutes, and slid the shallow pale blue bowl across the black table.

She took it slowly, shadily sprinkling more sugar in her unknown drink. Her eyes watched his every move like he was a notorious mob boss. Banner itched to take his helmet off. But no, he couldn't. It'd give her what she wanted.

And he couldn't do that.

But...

What if she wanted him to keep his helmet on? He drummed his fingers on the table.

Why was he even still on this gigantic ship of hers? Because Jonah promised two days ago he'd be back in a few hours and he would never have to see the lunatic woman in front of him again.

She had totaled his ship while himself, Jonah, and Florence had been floating in orbit, crashing into it, forgetting to switch off the thrusters.

She had raised her hands defensively, saying that her shower took longer then expected. They didn't believe her until she materialized into Florence's' main cabin in a towel, screaming obscenities before composing herself, straightening out any wrinkles in her blue towel, before returning to her ship.

So her punishment was that he stay with her until the Vanguard can hook him up with a new ship.

In all actuality...

This seemed like it was his punishment.

He couldn't wander around aimlessly, because Marabell seemed to always be lurking around a corner, or watching him from the vents. Banner Mortell had given up.

She slowly sat her mug down, and he peered into it.

"Are you serious?"

"Noob."

"There's NOTHING in it, Marabell!" He yelled.

She lifted up a finger, the oversized sweater sleeve slid down her arm. "Correction. There is sugar." Marabell enjoyed his anger, as she loved staring at the void energy at her fingertips. He reared back, it was unhealthy to stare into the Void for too long. But it seemed she averaged thirty minutes a day just talking to it.

But indeed there was a pile sugar that she had filled to the middle of the cup.

"Happy, HAPPY, Cabal." She chanted madly, watching him clench and unclench his gloved hands.

He propped his head on the palm of his hand, opting to stare out the gigantic window that showed him the moon. Marabell went silent. Usually, she'd be making some noise, like running a wet finger around the edge of a glass to annoy him, or tapping her foot, sometimes she'd even rock back and forth to make the chair squeak.

There was a rustle of fabric, there's the noise, and she had leaned forward, face dangerously close to his. It would of bothered him of his helmet wasn't on.

Next second he was on the floor with Marabell on top of him, her small hands on either side of his helmet.

"Hey!" His hood fell back and she felt around quickly and efficiently, pressing two buttons on the underside of his chin, the helmet coming off.

Her lips were pouty, eyes wide in childish curiosity. Once again she was making no sound, but he was, handing coming up to shield his face.

She lifted the helmet off gently, placing it beside his armor-plated arm.

"You're like me." She commented, patting his cheeks.

"Crazy, lunatic-" Banner started, but stopped when he took in her childish stare. Her fingers touched his white hair, and poked his purple tinted flesh, watching as the cosmos moved under his skin. "What?"

She shrugged, standing up and straightening her billowy blue skirts. "Just wanted to see. Your eyes remind me of pumpkins." She commented, and he rolled his glowing orange eyes.

"Now that I've seen your face," she dumped the sugar back into the shallow bowl, pouring hot water into her Cabal cup, letting a steeper sink to the bottom. "Relax. Mi casa, su casa." She quipped, the insane edge to her voice present.

Banner stood, his white hair coming loose from his ponytail. He didn't say anything.

She waltzed out of the kitchen, swaying her wide hips unintentionally while sipping her blueberry tea. Marabell's form soon disappeared down the hallway, her hums echoed eerily.

Banner's eyes were drawn together, utterly confused, he was, at the Awoken woman who seemed to have a mental illness. Who cleared her for duty? Certainly not Zavala...maybe Ikora, she favors her magic users.

The Void Starer, the name passed as a blip in his mind. Marabell stared into the Void, but was not effected.

Did that mean she was immune?

Or did that just mean she's already completely insane?