[center][h3][color=8882be][b]~Pidgeon~[/b][/color][/h3][/center]
Wanda is found milling about at the edge of the crowd of eavesdroppers, leaning lazily against a wall, with a small handheld device in her hands. It's small screen shined brightly, drenching her face in a soft white light that flickers every one in awhile as the game does, though the blonde doesn't seem as invested in the game as much as whats going on around her. She in listening closely, just like all the other flock members milling about in the hallway, to the argument currently unfolding inside of their commanders office. The angry voices rose through the walls a bit muffled, but clearly decipherable to anyone who could listen properly. 

Wanda wonders what they'll do if members who went missing wind up dead; this thought makes her frown a bit. She wants to believe that some sort of justice would be sought for them, or a sufficient rescue mission if they were in fact alive still. They were a part of the flock, after all; murderers and scum alike, they all fit together under one name, and for Wanda, that had to mean something. Whatever Kestrel is building here, she wants to believe its for the betterment of others, and that that includes its members. 

When Merlin came stomping out, glare already placed on her face, making some members flinch when she turned to them, Wanda matched it with a sneer; the amount of loathe and distrust in her honey-brown eyes was heavy. This woman, in the Wanda's mind, did not care for anyone else here. She was dangerous, and unpredictable, and all around made Wanda more nervous than she liked to be around a person, but she felt far too stubborn to simply let that woman intimidate her like some sheep.

[color=royalblue][i]"Fledgling, Owl, Pidgeon. Get in here."[/i][/color] 

The sudden command made the girl jump a bit, a short shiver running up her spine as she promptly turned off the device in her hand and shoved it in her purse, immediately scrambling towards the door to catch up with the other two, Owl and Fledgling? She wasn't the best with names, because she was still quite new as a member of the group herself, but she tried her best. After-all, she'd likely be spending some time with them all, and it would be bothersome if conflict came about. 

She listened to Owl while the three of them shuffled into the office room, trying her best to not laugh outright to some of the elder woman's comments, but then, the final one was said and Wanda suddenly found herself agreeing wholeheartedly.

[color=8882be]"I'm ready to go wherever, whenever. Just say the word, sir."[/color] she said confidently, hoping now she might get the chance to actually do something useful, and not just minimal grunt work. Honestly, she couldn't stand feeling like she might be being coddled. It felt too foreign, and made her feel genuinely weirded out and irritated. She wasn't a child, after all.