Walking and re-wiring probably aren't the greatest combination, but it would take more than a slight sway to distract Wisteria. So, she strolled around the halls of the cave, quiet and half-focused on where she was heading. The mess of wires and metal in her hand would spark, only slightly, warming her skin for a moment before vanishing for another five minutes, and with concentrated eyes she memorized the spark and discovered a way to prevent it. Of course, another one would start up a few minutes later, but everything must be met with patience. Unless one part of that everything was annoying as fuck. Memories of Cal and Tintoretto made her eyebrow twitch, her mouth forming into an angered sneer, but the expression quickly passed when she heard faint talking before her.

[i]'Must've wandered close to the others.'[/i]

Her eyes drifted across the metal hall, focusing in on where the loudest group of voices were coming from; the kitchen. After a second of thinking, she decided against another confrontation and instead passed the doorway, standing just off to the side. Cal exited suddenly, heading off to the bedroom area, and appeared to be unaware of her presence. Good. Wisty then glanced back to the way she was heading, guessing that if she continued on then she would end up in the lounge. Deciding against hanging out in probably the most populated room of the HQ she turned again, instead wandering back towards the entrance of the entire cave. Her focus was eventually cut in half again when the tech in her hand began to burn. She quickly began to locate and fix the problem, wincing every time one of the metal bits sparked and shocked her hand.

"Goddamn... Ugh, that's enough for today." She muttered, ripping up what ever progress she had. The sparking and overheating stopped once the wiring she had been working on was cut, and with an angry sigh she shoved everything into the duffle bag on her side. Wisteria eventually stopped her walking, glancing about to see where she had ended up now. Another hall, with a single door at the end and more halls behind. Wisty remembered it vaguely as the hall closest to the entrance, and it all became just a bit clearer when she suddenly bumped into an unseen force.

"Oof, sorry!" She apologized instantly, taking a few steps back to inspect who ever had crashed into the silent Wisty. It was a girl, a cute girl in fact, with dark skin and shoulder-length hair. She was small, shorter then Wisty at least, and seemed to be preparing for something by the way her expression looked. Due to the surrounding areas, Wisteria could only assume that this girl was another part of the team. 

[i]'Maybe this one is nicer than the rest...'[/i]

A kind smile instantly lit up the blonde's face as she held out her hand,

"Hey there! Name's Wisteria, or Owlet, as I'm called on the field." Not wanting to ask if the girl was new or not in an attempt to save herself from embarrassment, Wisty allowed her smile to grow, head cocking as she continued on, "what's your name?"