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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Inside Sentinel HQ
[b][u]Interacting With: [/u][/b]Mamba [@Scarifar], & J.J. [@Lmpkio] [/center]

[color=orange]"Oh a pirate, fascinating,"[/color] Scorn replied genuinely curious. She had just taken the fashion she wore as odd taste but learning she was indeed a pirate made a bit more sense in the long run of things. She would of spouted off a thousand questions to her if she couldn't help but have the feeling that she was being watched slightly.

She hadn't taken notice before but one of the more recent arrivals stared at her. Something he said caught her ear, about his transport. So it seemed she wasn't the only criminal to be forcefully recruited. She returned to the conversation at hand seeing how J.J. seemed to about to speak when their pleasant conversation was interrupted by the latest arrival. The big head behind this little club.

He gave his little speech on what the program was about and why they were all there. Bunch of stuff about keeping the world safe and such. She couldn't say she was pleased about waiting, she did want a little action but it made sense to wait a day rather then thrusting a bunch of people into a tense situation without knowing skills of who you would be working with.

Once Archangel was done with his riveting speech, Scorn went back to the conversation as previously being discussed as if never being interrupted.[color=orange]"So a pirate? Like the swashbuckling kind or the more gun wielding Somalian type?"[/color] Scorn asked J.J. Of course she was also curious about the other woman who had been the original person to approach her.