Maverick decided [i]not[/i] to sit in a chair. Instead she stood a small distance behind the chairs and eyed the computer screens suspiciously. A series of symbols flash up, an Illuminati symbol, a swastika, a pentagram, and a fourth symbol probably having something to do with Satan due to the triple sixes. Was this...supposed to be intimidating? Or did the "Presence' accidentally tape over a b-roll horror film from the 80's?

She caught movement out of her eye and saw a young woman enter the room and flash her- and everyone else- a smile. To say the least, Maverick couldn't believe it was genuine. She found a nice slice of wall and leaned up against it, crossing her arms. This room was full of murderous people; and for some reason she was believed that she didn't fit under that category. 

Still, she was amassing a list of potential allies and enemies within the group. Harpy, the faceless fella, and uh, what was it? Phone Freak? They seemed stable enough. (Strange that a shapeshifter with no face had such impeccable manners.) That honorable prick and the dumbass who shot out his coffee to begin with certainly were not attempting to make friends here.

And the woman who just entered the room was giving her bad vibes too, though Maverick couldn't quite tell why. Maybe it was the black cat. The uncomfortably naked Loud Love may be the one of the most violent people here, and the youngest, too, which Samantha considered a small tragedy. What a life that kid had had.

Of course, Maverick reminded herself that sociopaths are excellent at mimicking emotions, and really she had no reason to trust any of these people in the slightest. Honestly, she just wanted to get whatever this psycho wanted done and get the hell out of here... and back home.