[u][i]Deborah Termellio, & Shannon Balore.[/i][/u]

Oh, now Mr. Winston decided to come out of hiding? Deborah smiled at Red, in the "happy to see you" way. Looks like Red decided to drop the suit... It [i]suited[/i] him so nicely ([b]Those are not Red's clothing[/b]). She laughed to herself. Looks like the core members of the Mystery Hunters are all here. After that disasterous trip to the Shipwreck, [i]and[/i] meeting that maniac, she just wanted to sit back and relax for a little while. Red should want to do the same, he got a little boo-boo ([b]Treated and healed at the hospital[/b]) at the shipwreck (Deborah herself has been holding up fine despite suffering an information overload, something she's used to). But it's all good now. Deborah was hoping to spend some time with Red... Just seeing how he acts and fits in the grand picture that is the 218. After that little metaphysical adventure into his mind, he was the center of her attention. She wanted to get into his head again.

What spiked her curiousity was that he apparent knows Poppy Flanagan. Deborah's gaze switched between Red and Poppy, hoping to find any outward reaction that could activate her power ([b]They met yesterday, haven't talked since[/b]). Interesting. Deborah personally wondered what their relation was like. She would have to inquire... For now, she'd have to talk to everyone here. Just to break the ice before she starts prying into their personal business. Deborah stood straight up, using Shannon as a boost (Getting a brief glare). She walked up to Red and nodded her head, keeping that smile on her face.

"Hello there, Mr. Winston, it's nice to see that you're up and at em'," Deborah told Red, "It looks like the gang's all here...." She was referring to the core members of the Mystery Hunters, if Poppy wasn't here, they could have a meeting. She doubted that they should rope the child in on their dangerous mission. "I've been meaning to have a talk with you... Not talking about our little band ...." She looked around briefly, "... Just talk." That was getting across her point plain and simple. Then there was Poppy. Deborah had a few things to say about Miss Flanagan that would provoke a few reactions. Just to see how [i]close[/i] they are. "'Wouldn't be accustomed'? Boy, you trippin'." Deborah said playfully as she took a step back and put a hand on Poppy's shoulder "Poppy here is what they call a social butterfly! Nothing less."

Good. Mr. Winston decided to grace us with his [i]glorious[/i] presence. Nothing made Shannon roll her eyes up into her head more. First she has to share Deborah's attention with this little Irish brat, now Red? Give her a break. For the most part, Shannon was still indifferent to both of them. Poppy was seems to be an annoying brat, and Red seemed to be vastly overcompensating for something - That, or she's still a wee-bit bitter from the whole murderer nonsense. It went without saying what Shannon did. She continued eating her cake in silence - [i]Oh, maybe Deborah will let me eat some of her cake later[/i]. But she couldn't help but comment, "Nice shirt, Winston." Completely sarcastically. [i]Because I can make better.[/i]