Jin sat still as his table positioned itself to face the woman who presented herself as his older sister. His arms lay resting on the center of his blade, which lay upon the table parallel to the surface's edges. As she began speaking, Jin reacted with simply a raised brow. It wasn't easy to take in; suddenly, the feeling of being reunited with a twin snowballed into the sensation of a full scale family reunion. However, once Sarah began speaking of the problem at hand, Jin began to feel as if he were caught in the middle of what was more an intervention than anything else. 

As Sarah finished her presentation, everyone in the room remained quiet long enough to allow Jin to speak up first. He had a lot to say, or rather, a lot to ask, but he didn't feel quite right starting his family introduction off with an interrogation. Rather, he approached the situation as if he had known these men and women for years, because somewhere deep inside, that's exactly how Jin felt. They weren't the strangers they would've been had he walked by them on the street or bumped into them in the markets. They were literally his family. 

[i]'Awkward.'[/i] he thought as he stretched his back and raised a finger to indicate he wished to speak.

"Jin Yensid of Portland, Jamaica," he began before looking down in doubt. "Well, that's where I'd like to think I'm from..." Jin took a moment to look around at the people he was now addressing. He took a quick moment to imagine what their lives must have been like and then began speaking to break the nearing awkwardness of his silence.

"Kind of hard to imagine someone would want to hunt a band of comic book characters like us," he said, gesturing towards the rest of the tables. "I hope my decision to leave my people was worth it, Blackburn. If this threat is as big as you make it out to be, meaning I - or, we - would be unable to handle it ourselves as we have handled the past years of our lives, then I believe I may have made the right choice."

Jin spoke with little to no emotion. It was clear that he didn't intend to befriend these people just because their "older sister" told them to. He knew who his people were, or at least he thought he did. On his face, it was clear that he was confused and conflicted. For years, he had been able to settle and call the Jamaican kind "his people." They were the reason he lived; they were his purpose. Now, he was told that he had the option to leave his old life and fight for a new cause, a [i]new purpose.[/i] But Jin could feel past the pretty words that Sarah used. Given that Sarah was telling the truth, this was no request. It was stay or die. Jin could simply feel this, a looming thought in his mind that there was no option. It was a passive-aggressive demand, not an invitation. One look at his expression and anyone could see that Jin was not at all comfortable throwing away his old life, but at the same time, he knew he had to for whatever reason he could not figure out. 

Jin sighed and decided to just stay quiet. He didn't want to delve further into the mess of speculations tormenting his conscience, as he'd rather stay emotionless and reserved.