[color=ed1c24][center][h2]Martyr: PRT Headquarters[/h2][/center][/color]
As Tulpa- or Evelyn, that was her real name, responded to him Dean suddenly got the urge to shift his feet. He felt nothing, absolutely nothing touched his foot, but he instinctively lifted it up and moved it back a little, for no reason at all. Dean passed it off as nothing more than a flash from the multiverse and moved on though.

As Eve finished her piece, Lord Douche appeared in a puff flashiness and decreed his name. Unfortunately, Dean had already called him Margrave, so all his posturing and silly hand gesture netted him was another person who thought he was dumb. Dean surmised to ignore the giant elephant in the room (how they got stuck with Elliot) and looked instead to Messiah, who stepped around the young man and apologized for his behavior. She also asked names, which Dean wasn't surprised at. Messiah always went out of her way to incredibly nice to new people. And old people. Just people in general, really, which was pretty noble, but probably wouldn't get her many more brownie points.

That left the final member of the crew, and another masked woman, Epsilon. But looking around, Dean didn't see her. She must have already made her way to training maybe? Without introducing herself to the new girl. Dean allowed his palm to hit his face. He knew his team was... well, not very good, to say the least, but they couldn't even introduce themselves properly? Surviving long enough to become part of the Protectorate itself seemed like the only way he was going to get some actual recognition. [color=ed1c24]"Sorry you got stuck with us."[/color] Dean said, motioning to Margrave and the empty seat of Epsilon. [color=ed1c24]"I'm sure you'll be moving up to the Protectorate proper soon, right?"[/color]

Before the girl had a chance to respond, Sonar interrupted the group. Apparently the absent Ira had made her way to the firing range, and had already gotten herself in trouble. Dean resisted the urge to facepalm at her again, instead using his now free hand to unsheathe the blade strapped to his back. Sonar made his way through the hall and down the stairwell, Dean following suit, ignoring whatever finer details his commanding officer was saying for the moment. As long as he had heads to bust, Dean was fine.

As Sonar busted through the door, so did Dean, blade pointed at whatever looked the most threatening. At the current moment the only thing he didn't recognize was the small drone, so his sword was pointed at that. Sonar entered the room and alerted Decoy, while Dean went over to the drone and poised to slash it in half. The thing could very well be hiding weapons of some kind, and if it showed even the smallest sign of acting up, he'd smash it in an instant. Still, looked like that wouldn't be an issue, considering Decoy was already there, complimenting the kid hacker on his shit. [color=ed1c24]"Any funny stuff, any hidden weapons or EMPs or Parahuman-disablers, I'll smash the thing."[/color] Dean explained, half to those in the room and half to the man outside it.