Agent was barely able to hear the door open, thanks to her heightened senses.  She prepared for both an attack and a friend.  When a tall, built man entered, she naively assumed he was a friend and stood to greet him.  At his sharp questioning, Agent slowly held both of her hands up.  "I'm just as lost as you.  I got a letter telling me about people wanting me to join a team of heroes.  Are you part of the team?"  Then she turned her head to see another man, "I didn't write it."  The situation felt hostile and she wondered whether coming was a good idea or not.  Both of these men seemed armed and even though she had pain resistance, she wasn't bullet-proof.  

"Why don't we all just take a seat and wait for the chairs to fill up?"  The woman kept her hands raised and slowly lowered back into the seat with [b]Agent[/b] carved into the back.  She lowered her hands to her lap where her belt was easily accessible.  She didn't have any weapons that were intentionally lethal, just stuff to stun and let her escape.  "What did your letters say?"