[right][h2][color=8882be]Dallas "Blue" Clarke[/color][/h2][/right]

Dallas felt someone eyes following her across the room, though she did not look to see who. It was taking everything in her to keep up this charade. She noticed the boy had a look in his eyes, one that she had all of her childhood: Fear. But that was beside the point. No reason to let haunting memories of the past come to the surface. Not now. Not ever. Taking a bite of mashed potatoes, she would turn to see the other female. Leather jacket, lace... all of the things that Dallas usually dressed in. It made the girl look ready for combat, not that it threatened Dallas. She was sure panther or not that she could rip anyone's throat out here. And, if she didn't, well it wasn't like she had anything else to lose anyways. Looking at the boy, she made a split decision. She would protect him. If he was anything like others that she had encountered, he would deny that he needed help, but, as far as she was concerned, he could cry her a river, build a bridge and get over it. She wasn't about to let another innocent person be ruined. 

It was at that moment she heard the words "mission" and "training." She felt a sudden surge of warmth go through her. Those words meant challenges, and a challenge was something that she always looked forward to. Her original plan had to be not to speak, but, seeing that the males were looking her over she wouldn't feel threatened, but, a bit uneasy. 

[color=8493ca]"The names Blue,"[/color] she said. [color=8493ca]"Didn't your mothers raise you not to stare,"[/color] she added with a smirk. Leaving them with that to ponder over, she would turn to the boy. [color=8493ca]"It's okay kid. Just eat. Nothing to be scared of. Trust me, if I wasn't eating, you definitely shouldn't. But I am, so you should. There's no reason for them to hurt us. After all, then need us for their... experiments."[/color]