Ben acknowledged the tap on his shoulder with a slight nod, eyes locking onto [b]Sapphire [/b]after her little temper tantrum. BASL's usually laid back leader was alert, his gaze was sharp, and he was [i]not[/i] smiling. He leaned forward in his chair, clearing his throat by means of preamble, and directing his focus towards her.

"Hey, Gemstone." He pointed with an unusual choice of finger to get her attention, and kept it there once he knew he had it. Insulting people for no reason, whether it got under their skin or not, was not something he was going to tolerate. "Lay off. No one wants to deal with your salty little tirade. We get it, you've got a chip the size of the damn continent on your shoulder. Doesn't mean we want to listen to it. So kindly be quiet."

He turned to face [b]Luke [/b]and [b]Shiro[/b], facing his shoulder towards Sapphire as a clear dismissal of whatever she had to say, and gave a wide, friendly smile. The proffered hand was, ironically, the one previously used to hit Lauren repeatedly in the face. Its purpose was much kinder now. "You're Shiro, right? Great to meet you. I was just talking to Luke about your match. I'm Ben, from Bastille. This is my team. Bunch of jokers, honestly, but they all mean well."

Ben took the paper and pencil from Luke, passing it along to the next person in line.