[h2]Oswald Connolly- Silly[/h2]

The few new arrivals all received little more than a nod and a glance as Oswald studied his team mates, wondering who'd speak first. He'd committed to this thing, and was wondering what the next direction the team was taking would be. After a few moments, Cobalt took the lead, apologizing for the bad impression he'd left and hoping for good luck in general and all that fun. This guy was...too enthusiastic. Emerald was one thing, she was just full of energy, but Cobalt was like a twitchy dog who took anything less than elation as a sign of disdain. 

"Like I told you before, don't worry about it. Stress has been high, you showed up at a weird time, shit happens. As for restraint and tact...well, frankly, I think most of us could use those quite a bit. I could definitely stand to be more cautious, but then again, caution isn't very fun. Getting painted with Grimm guts is." Gesturing to everybody around him, Oswald shrugged. "Oswald Connolly. I'm here to kill shit, mostly."