The Spanish male, with the hands in his pockets, would of have been looking around whilst Miss Bianco explained the mission to them, standing up as everyone did, raising his eyebrows, but soon understanding where they were going. [color=39b54a]"Welp, I've always liked to travel..."[/color] he muttered to himself, trying to reassure that everything was going to be alright: They were soldiers, capable men and women...the plane wouldn't crash, it'd just be like one of those dreams right? When you start to fly...and then fall...and then you wake up. He shook his head at the thought of the fall, sighing and picking up some air, to calm himself.

[color=00a651]"Hey, uh, miss?"[/color] he said, approaching Bianco from the side, resting a hand on the truck [color=00a651]"I uh, I know this may not be the best moment to talk about this but...I kinda have some friends in France, u-used to work there on some cafés and such, they may still be around so wouldn't it be better if we could contact them? I-I still remember the cafés and all of that."[/color] he smiled lightly, visibly nervous as his hands kept shaking softly, running a hand trough his pompadour multiple times as a nervous tick before looking back into the truck, so that Bianco wouldn't notice it, at least "that" much.

He would climb inside the truck, noticing the other individuals as he sat inside, rubbing his hands against each other, eager to start the mission and to get to know his new "camaradas", still not knowing as to how to present himself: He was a rebel, a musician, a superpowered individual, a freak...or at least he thought.

Óscar then suddenly came out, accommodating his pompadour before flashing out a vibrant smile, standing there with his arms crossed, greeting everyone that passed by before starting to look around, seemingly eager and curious as to how the truck was exactly, trying to find if it had any secret gadgets since, well, they are a secret organization afterall right? He then took out a tiny hairbrush, adjusting his beard as he patted it with a smile, carefully adjusting his leather jacket, nodding at it [color=00a651]"Yeah, this is some real "camuflaje" stuff going on..."[/color].