It was a moment of silence before everything became a flurry of events. The walls opened, the tabled scooted together and the hologram showed them the truth of what was going on. Everyone else started voicing their opinions and concerns as well as introducing themselves and their abilities.

Owen was dumbstruck. He had barely been able to keep up with the fact that the walls had opened up and he had nearly shat himself when the tables had moved. He was not used to these things. None of the others seemed all that troubled about what was going on, but his worry was blatantly obvious in his features and body language as well as the pearls of sweat that were starting to form all over his body. He was barely able to concentrate on [i]what[/i] the hologram was showing him because he was in so much awe about the fact that there was a hologram right in front of him.

He already knew why they had been created; his mother had explained that to him the best she could, but Owen was no scientist, heck he had barely even paid attention to his science classes at school. He understood the idea, though. He knew what the Ark was, to as much of an extent as his mother had been willing to inform him, although she had seemed quite hesitant to share her knowledge of his, well, birthplace with him. His mother had even told him how Sarah had been stolen, so even that did not come as a surprise to him.

The fact that people were trying to [i]kill[/i] them, though, was like a slap to the face. It blew his mind. His mother had said that people would likely be trying to [i]use[/i] them and their powers for questionable purposes. She had briefly mumbled something about people thinking they were inhuman, wrong and something about playing god, but he had not quite caught the meaning of her muttered rambling.

But... He was just a guy. Until such a short while ago, he was just another regular guy. Sure, he was handsome and sure, his hair grew at odd paces, but he was nothing [i]inhuman[/i]. Now, he was risking the life of both himself and his family just by existing. It was all just so unreal.

The thing that bothered him the most, despite the fact that his life was at risk and all that, was that nobody else seemed to be having this mental issue. The first one was simply not pleased with leaving his old life behind, but he seemed to have no issue with what he was. The second one and his silent brother were very comfortable with their identities, as they had apparently been chased around their entire lives and used their abilities with fluent ease. The third one was depressing at best, declaring that he was ready to give his life for their purpose, simply because he had nothing better to do; but even he did not seem all that troubled about the fact that he was [i]created[/i] to be the way he was.

The last one to speak, though, was a bit more up Owen's alley. Sure, he was hiding under the hood of his jacket and shrinking away from the others like he was a mouse amongst cats, but that was exactly how Owen felt, too. 

Since the mousy fellow, Isaac, he said his name was, had musted up the courage to speak and everyone else had already done the polite thing and introduced themselves by name, he would do the same.

“I'm -” he began, his voice coming out in a dry, squeaky way that made his face flush red at the embarrasing sound. He stopped, turne dhis head away and cleared his throat and without looking back at the others, out of sheer awkwardness, tried again.

“My name is Owen Bright,” he declared in a slightly quivering, but not [i]squeaky[/i] at least, voice, “I'm – I'm a little nervous about all this...” he admitted.