"We're superheroes, Doom," she said pointedly. "There's only so much I can stay out of the spotlight when we've got powers and do big, stupid heroic things anytime the world is about to end. As you should well know." It wasn't particularly wrong. Misha had her own demographic and following and one or two products she endorsed, but it was pretty tame compared to what the others went through. Media liked to focus on her as Reed's relative as much as they liked to focus on Sue and Johnny being siblings, but it was usually used as lead ins for Reed's brilliance and inventions than some kind of case study. Being sensationalized had a way of glossing over some things in your life.

Chuckling lightly, Misha merely made herself comfortable now that she saw what they were both hoping for. Stealing some cash out of a random bank account was really nothing she was bothered by. They needed it and chances were they would be out of the universe as soon as she could concentrate and even consider going back to that place without tears coming to her eyes. "Great. Cash us in, then let's get some food. I'm starving, actually."