Memory wasn't angry about being called into action. Quite the contrary, actually. She was glad. Her entire morning had been spent lying in her bed, listening to music that some would describe as melancholic and bittersweet, but it tended to sooth her worried thoughts. While she loved her music, listening to it wasn't exactly an activity she could do all day. She got more excited to hear that her team would be working with Halcyon City's other crime fighting team. They could be refered to as rival teams, but when they were put together things tended to get intense pretty quickly. The two teams had caught word of trouble at the Town Hall, so they naturally went. Once they entered, they were greeted by an odd sight: two villain types and many civilians, seeming to be under some sort of mind control.  As the two spoke, Memory glanced nervously at Argon. If they indeed were there for him, then this was not a battle that they could not lose. He was an essential part of the team, but also a friend. Her silver eyes were suddenly taken off the boy and redirected towards Kiante as the boy launched his magical sediment towards their enemies. It was a careless action, but it appeared to have done some damage. Next, Falcon flew up and saved the two people who had been thrown by their assailants. She smiled a small smile, thinking how well these simple actions described them. Kiante, The Crimson Jackal, the impulsive hothead, and Max, The Red Falcon, protector of people.  Memory herself wasn't so intent on jumping into the action. Instead, she walked back a few steps and scanned her surroundings, assessing the situation. She wasn't the most observant, but someone had to do it, and she appears to be the only one calm enough to do so.