The group at large gradually calmed down, but Gray was obviously still uncomfortable. He stood still, with his limbs close to him, trying to take up as little space as possible. It was something you learned in a Northgate Prison. 
At first he thought it was a trap. Sass was nowhere to be seen, and more people, all Sprayers, gathered here in one place. It was suspicious, but just as he was about to bolt, she walked in the door. 

It was her after all. Alive, contrary to what he(and, apparently, everyone else) had previously thought. She had a job for them, some agreed immediately, some questioned. 

"In." Gray said, simply, "Of course." 

Then, suddenly, he reached over and put a gentle hand in Clarion's way as he made another skating lap. "Stop, please." The circling made him nervous. Made him think of a predator or something.