Hart couldn't help but smile slightly at Nic's obvious attempt to mimic her and his insistence on calling her "Sparkplugs". It was endearing really. She had watched the exchange between Roxy and Jacque out of the corner of her eye while her attention was diverted to the screen with the Oracle on it. It was quite clear that she would not like Roxy one bit. The woman's arrogance and spontaneous knife throwing to get attention rubbed her the wrong way. Sure maybe the girl could hit her with her knives or whatever, but if that snot crossed her paths she'd not hesitate to absorb away her consciousness. At the announcement of their new mission she stood. Her gear...? She didn't need anything other than the clothes on her back really... She just hoped that if she decided to absorb an essence and form fit it to herself, her clothing would stand up to it and not leave her in the nude. Shrugging she walked toward the jet, glancing back at Jacque. From her first impressions of the group, she'd probably be friends with the men more than the women of this group. But that was normal, she'd always gravitated more toward the male gender in general, girls were spiteful and annoying. Guys made things easy. Heading into the hangar she looked around. [i]Wow.... Now that was a jet.[/i] She grinned slightly. Maybe this job wouldn't be so bad after all.