[color=6ecff6][b]Speed Demon[/b][/color]

[color=f9ad81]“That is an impressive time. If this were a race you would come in first by a long shot. Well sadly I can’t tell you if you passed till the rest of them get back, so make yourself comfortable”[/color]

Giving a nonchalant shrug at that, she took another chair to rest her feet on, lounging about as she waited for the rest to come.

As soon as they all arrived, including one girl who just barely made it, Free started to announce the result. Apparently all of them had managed to pass. No real surprise that Franceska herself had passed, but for all of the others? They didn't look like much to her, or most taggers for that matter. 

When they started on the introductions however, one pulled out a gun, and started threatening the man with the strange mask. For all their claims, taggers were no more than glorified thugs it seems. Certainly doing nothing to refute the media's claims that these taggers were no better than terrorists. Not that she actually cared, but Discord members seemed to be more in control of themselves than this thug, who was being recruited by none other than the Ratpack. The ones called Neon and Nitrous did not seem to be acting like a gutter thug at least.

Raising her feet and slamming it down on the chair to get everyone's attention, she spoke. [color=6ecff6]"Call me Speed Demon. Didn't think the Ratpack took in riff raff like that, but it looks like I was wrong."[/color]