[color=1a7b30][center][i][b][h3]Coil[/h3][/b][/i][/center][/color]

"[b]I'll have a chance to talk to each of the new squad members today, even in a one-to-one setting if you prefer.[/b]"

Was that everything? 

Coil wasn't quite sure what the takeaway was, or why this meeting had been so immensely important. All of the officers would've been around for long enough to piece the presented information together on their own, right? This couldn't all have been for the benefit of a few newcomers, right?

Coil turned towards the people around her. Gruff members of First Guard and softer and younger looking non-powered members of Junior Guard. A few of them had increasingly weird scars. The most extreme example within her periphery being a woman that had a mass of translucent crystals in the shape of a hand lodged right into her face, leaving flesh and part of her inner mouth exposed. Flesh had partially started to grow over the crystal, similar to a tree that grew through an iron fence. An old wound, whoever may have caused it was probably either in prison, reformed or dead.

Coil began to regret her choice to stand in the back instead of moving to the front with the other capes. 

[color=1a7b30]"So! What's your opinion about the director?"[/color] She asked.
[i]Might as well try to lessen the tension,[/i] Coil thought.

"He sounds okay thus far," one of the women replied. [i]She sounded young. She must have been in her early twenties at the latest.[/i]

"He sounds like he's playing politics," the crystal-woman responded.

"He should," one of the First Guard with scars replied. This one a man, with a prominent jagged scar on his forehead. He didn't elaborate, opting to sneak a few glances at some of his coworkers.

Their conversation ended after that, while the quiet chatter of the other attendees started to fill the air. People who knew each other, people who had seen and celebrated success and victory in the past. People who weren't strangers or teenage girls completely out of their depth. It had all the same broad strokes and features Coil knew from her time as a Ward, but the atmosphere felt off. As if there was some kind of tension affecting the various Guards.

Coil needed to stop playing the loner and integrate herself. [color=1a7b30]"I'm gonna go grab some grubs. Anybody want some?"[/color] A few people came along with her, Coil guided them towards the various pastries. She picked a cinnamon roll for herself and walked away from the food without pausing, weaving into yet another mostly empty corner. 

After a bit of consideration, she decided to move towards the other Capes and one of the men who had spoken, still chewing her pastry. Somebody would surely tell her what she was meant to do here sooner or later.