Robin listened attentively as his teammates introduced themselves one by one. Since he already helped himself to their dossiers before coming to the city, and had more than enough time to observe them while they made their orders and waited, none of their introductions really surprised him. They more or less confirmed his observations. Nadia was the quiet, reserved type. Aimee was extremely hyper. Nellie was rather to the point. Victor had a rather colourful personality - at least, he assumed people who offered massages after introducing themselves were like that. They were all acting professionally, at least. No insults or comments about his thievery or Sloan's Bloodline.

Robin wasn't so quick to assume that it was out of sheer professionalism, however. It was also reasonable to guess that these bunch were simply testing the waters, afraid to cause a ruckus so soon after meeting. Only time would tell, after weeks or months of living together, if they were still going to be as trusting of each others. When Cerberus had started putting Butei together in teams to operate specially in cities, it quickly became apparent Robin that Division Six had been assigned here both for their abilities and also to serve as guinea pigs. Could Butei of different backgrounds and little contact during their time at the Academy function properly as a team?

The distaste for being a lab experiment aside, it didn't change the fact that Robin was determined to make sure this team succeeded. Their reputations and careers weren't the only thing on the line. From what he had gathered about Arkhan, the criminal elements of the city would be more than willing to gut them if they were made. It was a lot of pressure to perform, not just as an agent but as a team leader. Their lives rested on his shoulders. If he made a bad call...

He decided not to dwell on it and turned to Suzumi, who was sitting beside him. He flashed her his best charming smile, one he often used to talk women into slipping him information without being the wiser. The only difference was, this smile was sincere since he was talking to a comrade, not a mark. [color=0072bc]"[i]Miss Kalashnikov, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I can translate in Russian if you like.[/i]"[/color] He offered generously, speaking in fluent Russian. It seemed that the Lezzad instructors' insistence on mastery of different languages had paid off after all.