[hr][center][i][H3][color=00ffff]Shieldmaiden[/color][/h3]Victoria van Dyne[/i][hr][b][Color=00ffff]Location:[/color][/b] Spaceship
[B][Color=00ffff]Skills: [/color][/b]None used[/center][hr]As the spaceship came closer into view, Victoria could feel herself growing restless, wanting to just jump on the construct and start tearing it apart, figuring out how it worked and then making it into something better, preferably armor-shaped. A task that did not seem all that difficult, considering that the ads were woefully boisterous - They were not showing a spaceship, they were showing half of one, with all of the damage.

Which was why it put such a damper on her mood when she noticed a certain someone standing next to it, looking all interested. Victoria was unsure what it was, but something about the synthezoid gave her the creeps. Something was just fundamentally wrong with the way Vision talked and acted that she had half a mind to flee, with 'kill it with fire' being a close second. She wondered if, if there were more of them, they would all cause such feelings in herself - if it was just Vision himself, or if it was their kind. And she was at her core an Ultron, like she is one to talk! And yet... 

So of course, Diana called up to him. [Color=00ffff][i]FML[/i][/color], Victoria managed to think, putting her attention on the once more growing group of people and trying to ignore the Synthezoid's presence to the best of her abilities. Diana helpfully supplied the name of her companion, which immediately flooded her system with VEIL threats again, however Victoria silenced them on the grounds that there was no reason for Zelda to use her powers at the moment. None of the other people gathering around seemed to be much of a VEIL problem, so she believed she could manage just fine.

As everyone and their grandmother engaged in greetings and introductions, Victoria chimed in: [Color=00ffff]"Hello. Victoria van Dyne, pleasure to meet you all."[/color] she said towards the group in general, before addressing the senior, [Color=00ffff]"Yeah, sorry about that, I spent most of my time studying or training. I've been told I need to get out more though, so... here I am. I'd love to spar sometime to benchmark my armor though!"[/color] she offered, trying to make small talk, failing miserably and inevitably falling back to the one thing she could talk about for ages.