Bearman blinks as he looks around the room, suddenly charged with emotional tension, even as the girl vaulted over him - not an easy feat, taking into account his length. Once again, things had gotten far too complicated for his liking. Humans were such noisy creatures, always getting upset, always rushing through life at a breakneck pace. "Look, I know I am new here, but we are going to be working together for a long time, no? We will get to know each other, but we must know how much to know. Everyone will share their story in time." He rubbed one paw over his rugged forehead, slightly awkward at the entire situation. Bearman had never been much of a speaker. "The girl will calm down in time, and then she may speak more. But we should not press things."

Sitting down in the centre of the floor, Bearman started working the concrete and webs from his feet using his claws. "I am Bearman, the result of a supersoldier program in Russia. I do not know who I was before, but it does not matter. Now I am Bearman. I came here so that I might help people, and meet those who would not fear my appearance." He glances upwards at the small gathering of mutants and mages. "So then, who are you? Tell only what you wish to. But I would like to know who I will be fighting besides."