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[color=9e0b0f][b]Location: Mt. Justice Base Lounge
Interactions: [@shard] - Hex, [@canaryrose] - Cybergirl[/b][/color][/center]

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Talon looked down at Casper's outstretched hand. The ghost boy's clawed fingernails not unlike the gauntlets Talon himself wore during battle. He was taken aback however at the boy's cavalier attitude to his real identity. The others were all willing to share that part of themselves, it seemed so far Talon was the only one who wanted to keep a part of himself to himself. Hex was so willing to become fast friends with him, despite not really knowing him all that well. In fact, the others all seemed to demonstrate a familial relation to each other, or a willingness to break down those barriers and socialize. 

Talon felt embarrassed, honestly. Here's this nice boy wanting to get him to open up. But Talon didn't have anything to offer him. Before he could respond, Cybergirl smiled at the two of them on the couch. It seemed at least so far she felt no ill will towards his behavior during the training exercise. Talon watched as she joined their little group in the lounge, wondering if he'd be able to tell she was made of cybernetic parts if he wasn't already informed. She carried herself with grace regardless, without the pointed way of speaking in some of Oracle's old science fiction movies.

She too gave her name. Alissa Fields. Talon looked away in order to save face, but what he felt was some mixture of shame and wanting immediately to get away from the others. He had no name to give them. He was only a Talon - one of many. But if he kept wearing these glasses, kept at hiding that part of himself...none of them would know that.

He could at least pretend to have an identity worth keeping secret.

[color=9e0b0f][b]"Talon."[/b][/color] He told them, unable to meet Alissa's eyes, or shake Casper's hand, still outstretched.