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In keeping with her gruff, security specialist persona, “Fulgora” simply kept her mouth shut while Origami started analyzing everyone. Stormcaller would have said something, but she wasn’t dressed as Stormcaller. She rested her rifle in one arm against her shoulder, very professional-looking, and boarded with everyone. Behind her graphene-black helmet, she kept an eye on Origami as much as possible, careful not to let her do anything unsupervised. She knew, of course, that the girl had waved the white flag and gone to the League for this. But Batman had outlined the risks between that point and now. She was habitual about being nosy, prone to analyzing every possibly detail she could. So Fulgora watched her and paid mind to her own demeanor. Nothing spoken that wasn’t necessary, because her job was security and being a bodyguard for Meilin Li.

The location was unbelievable. Just looking at it from the sky impressed her. The things a person could do with the amount of money that was spent in places like this within an [i]hour…[/i]  Yeah, they were in a viper pit, now. The League wasn’t likely to bail them out here, and escape would be a struggle. Fulgora had enough struggles already. They needed to be critically subtle here. 

She crossed the bridge, keeping close to Meilin, and standing ramrod straight. One arm was folded behind her back, the other cradling her high-tech weapon with the barrel pointed skyward. Fulgora looked the part of someone not to be crossed, someone professional and not here for games. 

She had a job to do, in more than one sense of the term. Security for the venue would likely expect her any minute, and she needed to be in a position where she could guard Meilin [i]and[/i] be able to subtly disrupt things. A flickering screen here, some diverted attention there. 

[color=ffcc00]”Lead the way.”[/color]