Deserae had since gotten back to work on her Frankenstein car once the Asian boy left. His open social demeanor had cut a raw edge into the pit of her stomach, wondering if he really could be a potential threat with a big ego or was just a dumbass with a big mouth. She decided to go with the latter. Now with a small amount of caffeine pulsing through her blood to keep her awake, she had removed her jean vest once again and popped open the hood of The Beast to get back to work. She looked over the handful of engine parts she had managed to collect over the years; true the area was littered with cars she could steal engine parts from, but the real trick was finding parts that were actually capable of working.

She briefly walked over to a plastic bag on the floor next to her vest and pulled out a handful of different spark plugs, unable to know if any of them worked really until installing them into the engine itself. It was tedious work, and she didn't have many tools to work with, but eventually she got it in place but was now elbow deep in car grease. Maybe she should take apart everything she had in there and wipe it down first?

Deserae stood up quickly, hearing her name being called and hit her head on the hood of the car in surprise. She knew that voice, but what the hell was he doing here? Rubbing her head, and ignoring the fact that she was now putting engine grease in her hair, Deserae turned around and stepped away from the car to look at Ryker and gave a curt nod, acknowledging his presence there. It was only there that she realized that there was another man standing next to Ryker, and Deserae wanted to scream.

[i]ANOTHER newbie? Why do they always end up here?[/i]

She kept her face calm though, showing no sign of being uncomfortable but couldn't help but to size the blonde boy up and down a bit. He was a big guy, in all the right ways. She had to wonder if a guy built like him could give Deon a run for his money, God knew someone had to.

[i][b]"We might have a new member, D.J. His name is Jake Cotton. I like to call him Cotton. Sounds real tough. Someone you'd want in a tough situation, and from what I've seen I believe it. And Jake, that's Deserae Cunningham. But make sure to call her D.J. She's a bit picky."[/i][/b]

"That...sounds incredibly racist..." Was Deserae's only reply, of course in relation to the Cotton bit. She stood there awkwardly for a bit, wondering if Ryker needed her to do anything, but his attention seemed to be on Cotton so she let out a small sigh and got back to work on her car, starting by separating all the pieces and pulling them out one by one for a good cleaning.

That's when John walked in. Deserae didn't need to look at him to know, nor did she jump from being startled either. John was kind of the loudmouth in the group, at least in her opinion, and quite frankly something about him just didn't set right with her for some reason, and it was more than the fact that he was male. At least, she was pretty sure it was. From the safety of practically being invisible underneath the car hood, she let out another sigh, larger this time.

[i]Maybe I should go see someone...I can't hate men forever can I?[/i]