Hart had only been at the base for about an hour and a half when the loudspeaker woke her up from a lovely nap. "All members of Delta Squad report to Mission Control for briefing." The little woman sighed, dragging herself up from the large bed and rubbing a hand across her eyes and through her tangled red locks. The files she'd been given were sitting on top of her carpet bag. She hadn't even bothered to check them yet. She realized though, that this would be the first time she'd be meeting the rest of her team mates. At that thought she shot off the bed and out of the room, her converse padding almost noiselessly across the sleek floors. She was dressed simply in ripped skinny jeans and a white tank top, comfy but not stifling. She carried a pair of black leather gloves in her back pocket, just in case it was required she touch anyone or anything. For the most part she was getting much better at controlling her absorptions but she was still careful. Bounding through the door she noticed there was already three people in the room. Two guys and a girl. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and mischief. Striding across the floor she came to stand by the large table, not yet sitting down. Out of the corner of her eyes she watched the others, studying them and creating judgements. She was trying to guess their powers, betting with herself on who could do what.