Lei-Ne lived her life by watching people. Seeing how certain types interacted with each other. She mimicked them when she watched as a girl. Walked how they walked, talked like they talked, moved like they moved. The goal? To become them, or as close as she could. Later on she found the value of body language. If you mimic someone they tend to like you more, some effect on the subconscious level. The more you patterned yourself off your mark, the more easy going they'd be around you. In larger groups it was harder to find a pattern that prevailed through all the people. Especially when the group wasn't friends. When they were, they did pick up each other's movements and speech patterns. All fascinating really, what you'd discover through the art of watching people. 

This group was fascinating. If they could put aside difference and come together, they just might accomplish something. Of course might was the operative word in that sentence. Lei-Ne sighed as Quicksilver and Old-Soul began to get into it with each other. Testosterone, one more reason she was glad to have been born a woman instead of a man. That, and she watched as Old-Soul made a Bee-line for the floor. She snorted once before turning away at the sight of his red face. Yes, fascinating indeed. She mentally calculated their chance of success just a little lower.

"Yes." Lei-Ne agreed with the street samurai. "Lets get a move on. While we're all still young."