Sitting in the apartment above the lobby, Sass could clearly hear as each of the Sprayers arrived. Her Sprayers. These could very well be her new family. She listened intently to each voice. The first called out a simple 'hello', loud enough that she frowned disapprovingly at the noise. It was good to be able to hear them, but she hoped that she was the [i]only[/i] one who heard. The second voice sent chills through her, calling out her name. Sass. No one had called her by that name in months. Even the sound of it reminded her of her old crew. She could have sworn it was one of them speaking it, but she knew better. 

Four more voices followed the other two. The cloud painter, Free; another asking who had sent the note; another, female this time, warning everyone to quiet down; and a final voice that whispered something too quiet for Sass to hear, who was later addressed as Clarion. Six. Add herself, and it was one more person than she'd had in The Devil's Own. It was a good size for a crew. Nodding to herself, Sass stood up from the couch where she'd been sitting. Her unruly hair was already pulled back in a ponytail. All she had to do was tie her signature red-skull bandana around her face, and pull up the hood of her thin sweater. Shrugging her backpack over her shoulders, she went to introduce herself. 

She walked down one floor, heading to the lobby, keeping her footsteps soft enough to remain mostly unheard. The group had quieted down somewhat, and she could now barely hear the whispering voices. Taking a breath to calm her own fraying nerves, Sass reached the bottom of the stairs and regarded her group. Masks were on, hoods were up. She couldn't see faces, but that was a good sign. Clearing her voice, she grinned beneath her bandana and stood before them. "Glad you all showed up," she said. "Not gonna lie, I was a bit scared no one would stop by." 

"So, I'm guessing you all have an idea already of why I called you here," she told them. Doubtless they had already been thinking she was starting up a crew, even if she hadn't said so yet. "I dropped off the world about six months ago. Had a bit of a run-in with the law. I'll spare you all the details. The point is...I'm back. And I need a crew."

She cast her gaze around the room once more, looking at each of the people gathered there. Her gaze lingered perhaps a second longer on Gray's face. The part of his face uncovered by a mask sent pangs of familiarity through her. Maybe this would be harder than she thought. Sass hadn't counted on her mind placing the faces of her old crew everywhere she looked. "I've been going out, looking at all of the paintings. If you saw an 'X' on your painting, it means I liked it. It means I think you're a hell of a painter, and it means I want to work with you," she told them. "That is, if you're willing to work with me. If you do, we can start tonight. I got a few jobs lined up with some of my old contacts. What do you say?" 

Leaning against the wall, Sass waited for the reactions. Whatever people had to say, she hoped they would say it quickly. The cameras outside had doubtless registered at least one of these people entering the abandoned apartment after curfew. At most, they had a half an hour before the authorities set out.