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	[color=fff79a]"Before we continue, you all will be needing these."[/color]
	She was the last to arrive? Huh. With the director's comment, Morie used two hands to gently catch the container he tossed her way--earbuds for comms. The girl felt a smirk tug at the edge of her mouth, the funny thought that she had been recruited into some kind of Cape secret service playing with her imagination.
	The smile faded hearing the next part of the director's words, Morie's eyes glancing towards the boy who sat easily next to the director, a picture of self-confidence. She didn't know it, but her brow furrowed as she kept him in her sight, replacing her own earbud with the new pair with no hesitation. Gray Man. Likely a Master who could influence others through sound. 
	Morie's heartrate was rising, and she swallowed hard. Trying to avoid any obvious staring, her eyes darted away and stopped on the director for a moment when she saw him look her way, beckoning her to join the rest. She frowned slightly and looked back towards Gray Man. After a moment of hesitation, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and began to make her way over as the girl with the long, pretty hair stepped up for her introduction first. While Morie's racing mind was nervous and preoccupied with this Gray Man, she registered the girl's name--Beverly.
	Perhaps a needed distraction from Morie's thoughts came in the form of Beverly's gizmo... malfunctioning. Morie found herself staring wide-eyed as the sphere spewed [i]a lot[/i] of confetti. She finally blinked, having a hard time believing enough of the stuff had come out that it had essentially completely buried Beverly. Though Morie's confusion was clear on her face, she moved forward to take the hand Beverly had stuck out of the pile, pulling on it to help the girl out of her... papery tomb.
	[color=fadadd]"Y-You okay?"[/color] was all she managed to say, cringing internally that she stammered her first word to any of them here--though luckily was left with just about no time to dwell on that thanks to the appearance of another girl.
	Morie turned slightly and looked over her shoulder in time to see what looked like a portal closing behind the newcomer, who promptly introduced herself as Aaliyah. Despite the sudden chaos, Morie was learning about her peers, which was nice. Aaliyah who had some kind of ability to portal around, and Beverly who was... a tinker, of some sort.
	Speaking of, Morie suddenly became acutely aware that she was still holding Beverly's hand, and let it go, trying not to bring attention to her realization. Instead, as she looked back to Beverly, she noted all the pieces of confetti hanging onto her, and reached up to help brush some out of her hair and off her shoulders. As she did so, she understood that she was probably expected to introduce herself next, seeing as she had probably brought attention to herself by helping Beverly. She quit brushing confetti off the taller girl and stuffed her hands back in her pockets, glancing around the room, feeling her face a bit warm.
	[color=fadadd]"I-I'm--"[/color] she pursed her lips for a split second in annoyance at her failure again to not stammer, before finishing the sentence. [color=fadadd]"Memento."[/color] She thought about how the group had gotten a hint at Beverly and Aaliyah's powers, but... she couldn't really demonstrate hers at the moment--and she certainly did not feel like talking enough to explain it. She thought on the minor dilemma for a moment. Best to mention what was most relevant to them, she concluded--what everyone she had ever worked with cared about most, for better or worse. [color=fadadd]"I can heal you."[/color] They could get the details from a PRT file on her or something.
	Morie gave Beverly a faint smile before stepping away again, not so far as a terminal, but slightly detached from the group. Her eyes glanced apprehensively towards Gray Man for another moment as she waited for further introductions, both anxious and excited by the unknowns of her situation.