Blake looked up from his plate at the second girl's comment on what he had said, and eyed her curiously. "You've heard worse? Perhaps you've [i]done[/i] worse. How bad is bad for you? I could probably tell if I knew whether or not you're assuming that those kids I shot are dead."

He saw no point in hiding the details, that is, if he was to be asked about them. It was a known fact that everyone at the table was there because they had done something they were not supposed to, and he was fairly certain that even if all of them were open books, it would do little to build any trust among them. This was more of a session for them to size one another up, figure out how to deal with one another if they had to work together regardless of whether or not they eventually became friends. From what he had currently gathered, friendships seemed unlikely, but who was to say what could happen?

Miss Fried Chicken then got the attention of the scientist in charge of this weird project. He called her 'Blair'. That name was simple enough. Blake doubted that more talking right now would help their effectiveness as a team. Some training would be good though. Everyone in the group needed to know what the others were capable of. They needed to be aware of their own capabilities as well, and they had not officially gotten to that stage yet. Sure, some of his animal abilities had manifested already, but what else could he do?

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