[center][h3][color=goldenrod]Angel di Diavolo[/color][/h3]
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Watching on at the excited French exchange going on with a grin, Angel tried to pick up on what they were saying - but alas, for all the similarities between Italian and French, Nick and the newcomer were going too fast for her. At their interactions with one another, her first assumption was perhaps boyfriends? But as they continued talking, Angel could see something more than that - platonic, certainly, but stronger than some dumb guy crush too. They didn't look close enough to be brothers, but they could have easily passed as them, in her opinion.

As for Garret, their newcomer, she scanned his face, momentarily confused. Had she seen him before? There was something familiar about him - his face, his voice.

Pausing in her racking of her brains as Rain began speaking, Angel's smile returned as the other girl mentioned what her powers were. 
[color=goldenrod]"Super speed?! [i]È fantastico![/i] I'd love to have something like that - all I get is sparky fingers that only work how I want maybe two times out of five."[/color] Said with a jokingly tired sigh, her eyes then darting back to Will as the motormouth kicked off again. Sheesh, did the kid never shut up?

Judging by what Will blurted out with, things clicked into place in her memory. She had seen Garret before! At the Avenger's tower, when she'd been there last week. They'd been nice enough to let her stay until everything was settled with Avenger's academy - besides, she hadn't really been in a good state to travel anywhere. Just getting to the damn tower in the first place had been hell - Angel had been scared witless that she was going to pass out or something again in the middle of flying. Anyway, she'd briefly seen him - either heard his voice in the distance, saw him with either Black Widow or Hawkeye, but never had any proper contact with him. Deciding that now wouldn't be the time to bring it up - Angel instead turned her attention to yet another girl boarding the jet. Upon hearing her talk, Angel was astounded to realise what country they'd landed in - did they really just cross the Atlantic in a manner of minutes? 

[color=goldenrod][i]"This jet is better than I thought - doesn't just look good, it is good. I wonder what kind of firepower it has?"[/i][/color] The thought was an exciting one - although she didn't use them herself, Angel enjoyed a good gun. Hell, she admired any kind of sexy looking machinery - especially things like vehicles. this jet, classic cars...Oooh, Harley motorcycles. Goddamn.

During her swift hello to Jen, and then a content daydream about motorbikes or taking this jet for a joyride, yet another passenger boarded. Looks like they were back in the states, if one were to assume from the guy's outfit and accent. In fact, this had been the first cowboy Angel had met. Sure, she'd seen plenty of Texan barons that her father mingled with, all of them wearing those stupid white suits and bolo ties - and awful ten gallon hats - but this guy was a proper cowboy, right down to the boots. 

When she was younger, living in Italy, her aunt and uncle had lived out in the countryside, with a gorgeous farm that had horses. A distinct lack of cowboys in Italy, naturally, but the horses were glorious. The amount of times she'd visited as a child just to watch them run free in the fields, or to groom them in the stables, were countless. Yet another thing he missed of her home - and the subtle smell of horses that Scott had brought onboard with him just brought all those memories back.

[color=goldenrod]"[i]Ciao![/i] Nice to have you onboard!"[/color] She welcomed him from her seat with a friendly grin, considering the guy looked kind of skittish to be here. Perhaps he was claustrophobic? Or didn't enjoy flying? Whatever it was, she felt the need to try and make him feel somewhat better. He reminded her of her cousin, in a way - he'd practically lived in the stables with damn horses, much to the ire of his parents. Naturally, at that age, he was more of an older brother to her than just extended family.