[b]"What?"[/b] He shrugged at Iphie. [b]"I need something to kill time with besides wrestling reruns. And don't actually do that, would you? You'd probably get me banned once the servers detect it."[/b]

Fifteen minutes of idle conversation later, Jin-Sun eagerly started digging into his waffles, his hologram generator maintaing the illusion that he was just shoveling food straight into his faceplate instead of lifting it and showing his face. Man, did he love crappy diner food. Though it did lead him to wonder where exactly Mason's granddaughter was. After all, a good amount of time since the given meetup time had passed now. Seriously, did she get lost on the way-

One teenage rant later, and Jin-Sun found he probably had his answer. Christ, he hoped this wasn't Mason's granddaughter. Bit of a fucking brat, from first appearances. 

[b]"What they said,"[/b] Jin-Sun shrugged, playing it cool as he took a sip of OJ. [b]"If we can't defend ourselves, we've really got no business calling ourselves the Final Five, do we? Anyways, I take it you're Mason's grandkid? Sorry we started without you. Take a seat, yeah?"[/b]