When the loudspeaker blared Hart jumped so badly she spilled her root-beer all over the front of her white tanktop. "Jesus Christ!" She looked down at herself and sighed. "Wonderful. Simply wonderful." She took off a glove and placed her hand on the stain. It instantly was gone. Getting up, she threw the now empty bottle in the trash can. She realized she had no idea where this training room was. Putting her glove back on she rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Do we never get a moment's rest around here?" She squinted at the speaker. "How about we just have a good old fashioned party? That would probably get us all on better terms then a stupid 'training exercise'"