Daily glanced over as she heard a snap and chewing, to see a man walking closer, eating a fruit of some kind. She raised an eyebrow, thinking he looked rather silly strolling into the clearing in such a way, but then again, it wasn’t much sillier than putting your hands up and tossing a letter on the ground in her eyes. [b]”No thanks,”[/b] she smirked at the man’s offer of a plum, lifting her bottle in the air a little and tapping it with a finger from her other hand. [b]”Breakfast”[/b] she took a swig and then zipped it back up in her bag, stretching her hands above her head, shirt coming up a little before she sighed and let her arms fall again.

[i]So does anyone know just how many are coming to this get together?[/i]

Before an answer could leave her lips, another, rather awkward looking man walked until the clearing without saying a word, and then an older gentleman approached and introduced himself as Beau. The lot seemed friendly enough. Offering food, proving their letters, waving in greeting. These were ET killers? Eh, she supposed she’d seen worse. They must have something special about them to be summoned here right? God she hoped so.

[b]”Hey everyone, gather round, gather round. We’re about to sing kumbaya and have a picnic with fruitcup here,”[/b] she said, pointing to mister plum. [b]”And if any of you were sincerely not sitting in the bushes listening to make sure I wouldn’t shoot your heads off before exposing yourself, and didn’t hear it, my name is Daily. No. I don’t know how many are coming. But I do know we need to kick ET ass. Other questions?”[/b] she asked, not smiling but not seeming irritated, just laying out facts as she saw them in her mind.