[color=Gold][h1][center][u]Lord Zion[/u][/center][/h1][/color]

At first, the lion did not remove his eyes from the corpse. Occasionally shifting gaze from corpse, to Midnight, to the newly announced 'co-boss' named East. A visible look of grimace swiftly, faintly, washing over the lion's expression when hearing East proclaim being an Ex-hero. Never being a hero himself, Zion had a bit of 'distaste' in his mouth after hearing a 'post-hero' was to be their co-boss. Tilting head to the side, raising an eyebrow of curiosity simultaneously. Focus of the Lion now narrows onto the female voice heard, the Doc's. Toothy grin, or in Zion's case a fang riddled smile, stretched across his maw while responding to her words.

"[color=Gold]Thanks for 'deh welcoming, Doc. I do agree with 'dah first t'ing yah said, about seein' a lot of eachuddah. [i](each other)[/i] As I feel 'dere shall be plenty of opportunities for you to patch me up. Not only am I 'dah muscle, but I shall try meh' best to shield what damage i can from the group. Especially 'dose I deem irreplaceable.[/color]"

Heavily the Lion signs as this is about the time Verdrehte asks about the Doc's quirk. Along with calling himself 'Mister Zion'. Attention zeroing in on Verdrehte, trying to get a read on the young man. Yet utterly unable to due to Verdrehte wearing a mask. Something the Lion didn't particularly enjoy as, by Zion's perception, it could of ment Verdrehte was 'trying to hide something'. Not to mention Zion considers this, a moment in the sight of death, a 'crucial moment' to their meeting. Eyes darting back, and forth, between the two individuals talking to himself. Yet gaze seems to linger more so on the person he's talking to, or at.

"[color=Gold]Although, I don't feel for 'deh second remark. As 'dere is no betteh' circumstance to meet 'den around death. For 'deh sight of 'deh reapeh [i](Reaper) brings out everyone's true colors. And I am no exception to 'dat philosophy...[/i][/color]" Once again, a sigh is emitted, though this time it was obviously just because the Lion was catching his breath between speaking. This may have not been a 'long speech' for some, but it definitely was a lot of talking for the Lion. "[color=Gold] Please. Young man. Don't call me 'dat. Mista Zion was my Poppa. Calling meh' Lord Zion, Lord, or simply Zion, will do just fine. Also, tell meh' your names, before I forget to ask.[/color]"

After the Lion finished talking, attention returned to 'staring at nothing' or 'spacing out'. Though it was easily noticeable that the Lion still had attention devoted to the others. While they responded, or he simply sat there, Zion began stretching his muscles. Tilting head, left to right. Rolling shoulders in obvious 'stretch like' patterns. Even taking a moment to rotate his ankles and wrists. Extending and retracting his knees and elbows while listening. This factor made it [i]painfully[/i] obvious that the Lion was an incredibly restless fellow. Especially after hearing what their current mission was, laying low. A matter that even caused the Lion to speak up, with a harsh tone at that.

"[color=Gold]Mista co-boss... East, was it? Do yah mean to tell meh', the rowdiest Lion of 'deh pridelands. 'Dat I am to lay-low for a few days? Even aftah' meeting all these lovely faces and desperately desiring to see us in action?[/color]"

Zion even mockingly raised his paws and made a gesture of 'quotations' while speaking the words 'lay low'. Due to the Lion's track record and personality, which he no doubt figured East was fully aware of, the idea of 'laying low' was still a very new concept for him. Even after spending several years outside of his homeland, Africa. Although, again, as track record has no doubt proven. The lion, even if distastefully, will follow the orders given by Dark Tree. It's just expected, or natural, that Zion ask questions or make remarks. Whether those comments or questions were deemed smart, the Lion never seemed to care.