[b][u][color=f9ad81]Margaret Clementine[/color][/u][/b]

Margaret remained still with the spherical device within her proximity. She presumed they were Prometheus's friends, because Prometheus does not usually let everyone filing into the room. Her expression remaining idle, she looked up from her sphere and stared at the visitors for a few moments.

The girl blinked as she continued to do so throughout Prometheus's presentation. She remembered them. They really were Prometheus's friends.

Data's.

"[color=f9ad81]...[/color]"

She remained silent as she continued staring at the two visitors, her expression neither hostile nor bubbly. She did seem to be at ease, however.

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[b][u][color=ed1c24]Ryuu Yamauchi[/color][/u][/b]

"Fuck if I know," the otaku mumbled at the ongoing confusion. [i]There are two idiot creatures flying around, one seemingly less hostile and one really damn hostile. I care about my life more than anyone else would here, anyway.[/i]

The otaku sighed as he began walking forward, finally firing blasts of plasma from his model pistols at the Sea Serpent that quickly got on his nerves. Whether they liked it or not, he was going to distract the thing until they came up with a plan to kill it.

If they didn't make a plan by then, he was probably going to start shooting at everything in sight. He didn't know these people, after all; might as well do something if he knew absolutely nothing about why he was suddenly recruited into a ragtag team of weirdos.