The black Mustang was unusual. Ryan took another slow drag on his cigarette, eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the car and the red headed male that exited the vehicle. Mustangs weren't known for being quiet, the car had obviously had some serous after market modification done and Ryans fingers itched to get a look under the hood. But he shifted his focus. They had all been standing around but very few words had actually been exchanged.

"Oi, Ginger," he called. "Why don't we all join tha class? I think introductions could be in order ifn we're supposed ta be workin'as a team, right? Names Ryan, Ryan Murphy. Ye can call me Ryan, or Murphy, whichever ye prefer."