Tori shrugged at the dressed-entirely-in-blue girl, the one that had said she seemed like she was from Shade, and gave a wan smile. "We leave when we're all ready to go, I assume. That's usually how this kind of thing works, as far as I'm aware." If she could have under the circumstances, she would've taken a moment to rub her hands together and laugh madly; more and more people were coming up to her, and at this point, the crowd was larger than a traditional team. And that was a-ok to Tori. She turned to the young man that came up to her, sizing him up. [i]If I were going to trust one person here to watch my back in a real fight, it would be this guy,[/i] she thought confidently, taking in the long sword at his waist and the easy way he carried himself. Being tall always helped. Tori always seemed to equate height with combat skills—a bit of a faux pas on her part—and the other tall one, the faunus, seemed a little apathetic and shifty to be trusted to watch someone's back.

She held out her gauntleted hand as he approached. "There's [i]always[/i] room for a lone swordsman. Tori Frejsdottir, Atlas Academy."

She turned then to the newly-introduced Azu, a somewhat pensive expression on her face as she realized something, then snapped her fingers three times in quick succession. "I recognize you from somewhere. I [i]know[/i] I've seen you, but you're too young for me to have known you at Atlas." She took a moment to think before shrugging. "I'm sure it'll come to me. Maybe you visited Svartheim once."

"Either way," she said, raising her voice to be heard by everyone, "looks like we're about ready. We're waiting maybe ten more minutes for any stragglers, then we get going. Charter boat's on the south coast of the island. Get ready to pass through the forest to get there, it's a pretty grim place." She chuckled inwardly at her joke.