The purple-haired girl took out a clip in her hair and started chewing on it. On the outside, she looked a bit ready, but on the inside she was nervous as shit. Knees weak, [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFYQQPAOz7Y]palms are sweaty[/url]. She didn't vomit though, she doesn't do that. She either starts chewing a hair clip, her actual hair, or her shirt. Or she put her head in her shirt entirely, if she was completely stressed out.

She looked to her side. Nobody doing the same thing. No. Is she the only one stressing out? What should she say as her name? Not Yael. That's a stupid name. They'd mess with her for that. Uh....maybe her nickname would be something cool, like...Habanero! No...Stapler-san! No....Eminem. Oh no, that's taken. Wait! What does she name her weapon!? WAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHH!

Yael stuck her head in her shirt. She did not want to be as stressed as she was, but she wanted to look better! No! Think of a nickname.."DEATHSTROKE! Wait. That's taken too? FUCK. DEADPOOL. THAT'S TAKEN TOO!? WAAAAAAAAAAAAH-" she said, mumbling.

Alfa. Yeah. Alfa. Perfect. That's her new name, her new alias. Yes.