As everyone settled, in their own ways, Ritsuka would study the Theta Team, before she opened her mouth to respond to Reggie -- only to be cut off by Samson’s flex of power, which was summarily shut down by Cordelia burning through her very finite allowance of bravery to seat him. That wouldn't sate the temper of the one that was challenged by his Skill, however, as she roused to her feet -- 

“[color=FF7900]Stay seated, Tamamo,[/color]” Ritsuka says, raising her hand; she didn’t channel anything to control the wolf girl, beyond the sheer force of her authority. “[color=FF7900]There is no need to apologize, Miss Pelham,[/color]” she says, looking to Cordelia, “[color=FF7900]If Berserk acts up again like that, I will return him to the Throne and issue you a new Berserker. Simple as.[/color]”

Her words were as cold as ice, yet hot as fire; slicing to the heart of the matter, as to who held the leash. A fact reinforced by her side glance to Amalthea, and answer the Saber-class Servant’s statement, “[color=FF7900]You speak only for yourself. There’s proper etiquette to these matters. [i]Dinner comes before dinner talk.[/i][/color]” 

Da Vinci would sighed, as Tamamo slinked back to her seat, and inhaled her cake - squashing all hopes held by Chabi and Cassandra for even a crumb, as she selfishly licked the platter clean. “[color=5865f2]Honestly, you both...[/color]” she admonished. “[color=5865f2]I suppose, I will answer the question that lingers on everyone’s mind,[/color]” Da Vinci sat up, and projected the Coffins from a device that popped out of her backpack, “[color=5865f2]Your designation is Team Theta, the eighth letter in the Greek Alphabet, and the next in a line of attackers trained to save the world...[/color]” she flipped through the Coffins; the red lights were clear and obvious in their meaning, before settling on eight open. “[color=5865f2]The rest should be fairly obvious, but --[/color]”

Suddenly, the door opened, and a rather fashionable woman entered the room.... carrying another woman(?)... who was sleeping?

“[color=b87333]Assassin, reporting and ready to clean up your mess![/color]” says the fashionable woman.

“[color=DCDCDC][i]Zzzz...[/i][/color]” snored on the other woman.

“[color=b87333]So, pray tell, what Singularity are we starting with first,[/color]” Assassin asked.