Images of the debut job descriptions and of the consequences and results of the diamond dust issue played through Talia's mind as she continued to read while accurately observing the situation and the others' responses. Her ability to multitask very efficiently allowed her to still listen to and analyze the ideas the others have, but she did not have a very high self-esteem herself and had never even worked in a group setting that was not choreographed by someone that knew far more than she. Quietly, she stood there, leaned over to peer at the screen of the laptop where the information was presented. She had not remained off to herself, however, for it was time to look and act like a member of this team... even though it was quite odd and unique and confusingly grouped. That sounded like a recipe for some adventure and freedom and risk-taking, which sounded to Talia like a great time.

She had not glossed over the understanding that other previous heroes doing similar things, had died... but she wasn't about to let the next victims be her or any others with her, not if she could help it. As the man named Manny started describing the electronic ear-piece things that would allow them to connect and stay in touch even at vast distances, it was difficult to pay close attention to the details and to remember descriptions of technology that she had never before even heard discussed. She quickly deduced that Manny likely knew a lot about what he was talking about, and she looked around to see if her other fellow heroes were equally confused. She was thankful for the public transportation to and from places, because she was not really from around here. She had journeyed around the area for shows and such but never stayed long enough to get more than basic familiarity of the city.

With a start, she realized that no one here had yet discussed with each other what their strengths or abilities or powers even were... likely, only Manny knew and if he had okayed each of them, then there must be a good reason. But she wondered if any of them would share with her about what would stop them from being easily killed? Were they in it just for the adventure and fun? Did they care about helping people and righting wrongs and pursuing justice? Did they have some kind of thing of their past to avenge? She longed to be able to ask but silently and patiently waited her turn, green eyes gently resting on each of their faces as they spoke or reacted to what was being shared. It did not feel like her place, especially as the only female, to just start blurting out suggestions and fighting for the same breath of space to talk in and speak opinions and ideas. Besides, she didn't have much yet to add... unless they tried to end this meeting without even talking about what qualified each for this kind of danger...