The ponderous nature of the Colonel's argument with the one named Sa'eed went ignored by roman as he focused his attention on a much more worrying event. The hiss of the common room door revealed the aforementioned teammate: a woman of Asian descent. Roman's scan-like gaze took all of her features as he tried to map out a preemptive personality profile. Her uniform was nice an tidy, her posture was straight, and with the general neatness of her appearance, it was obvious that she was one who cared what others thought of her. The was reflected is her own analytical sweep of the room, sizing up her teammates to pass her own internal guesses and judgement upon them. As she stepped forward, Roman took notice of her slight pause, as she continued to survey the room and her new teammates. It was only a short pause.

Then, her mouth opened. It was almost as if she was already in on the conversation going on in the room as she immediately started spitting out her hobbies and interests to the room at large. Hu-Shi Zhong's introduction was very thorough, although she completely neglected to mention anything about her skills on the field. That would more than likely come out later in the garages, if Roman had to guess. Once done with her info dumb, the Chinese woman then proceeded to deposit a small package onto the small coffee table, explaining the contents, then took a seat on the floor at the end. Roman never removed his gaze from the woman, completely ignoring the treats she had brought them. As everyone else ate, Roman tried to wrap his mind around some of the things she had said. She had mentioned that she was originally going to be put on the team of the original five alongside Scarlett and Karl. What would have happened to the original team is she had been there to start? The woman seemed kind-natured in general, as Roman couldn't detect any hits of deception. Though the cookies could have just been a stunt to impress, Roman didn't think that was the case. She, in general, gave off the aura of needing approval, although that probably wasn't the best term for it. Unlike his other two teammates, Roman didn't think she was going to be that hard to handle.

Of course, he would think that after his blood pressure returned to normal. The shock of a new source of interaction was slowly winding down as Roman did his best to suppress any form of shaking. Now that he had gathered what he needed to know from her, Roman turned his gaze to his hands that were folded in his lap. The slight movement to his left told him that Thessalia had taken a cookie, like everyone else. As she and the two previous newcomers conveyed their wishes for hot beverages to Richard who had stepped into the kitchen, a dilemma had manifested in Roman's mind. Should he, or shouldn't he, actually take a cookie. Both events, in the end, were unfavorable. If he took a cookie, he knew he would be expected to comment on it; perhaps even be forced to smile. If he didn't take one, the woman would more than likely notice and insist, in which case the former would take place anyway. There was though, the chance that she would say nothing. Roman decided to play the odds.