A faint quirk of a smile formed on Fury's face at the banter, but he quickly hid it behind his usual stoic expression. Harmless banter was a good sign: it meant people were relaxing. Amused at Bella's embarrassment, he allowed her to slip past him. Then, he frowned as both Callista and Roman left. As he waited for the rest of the team to join him outside of the conference room, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and fired off a quick text to find out what had happened. As he put his phone away, he glanced at Mayhem as the man approached him.<br/><br/>"I'm aware of him. Owing to his unique nature, SHIELD keeps an eye on him. There isn't a lot we can do against him, considering…" Fury made a vague gesture to indicate the overall nature of Mayhem's mentor. "However, to answer your question: yes. We have several training rooms available. Presumably, your mentor will want to keep his privacy and we can set the system up to auto-reserve one of the rooms at a specific time each week. Talk to your mentor and let me know once the two of you have ironed out the details.<br/><br/>Once everyone had joined him outside of the conference hall, Fury set off with a long stride. "Kaitlyn Hendrik is in charge of Medical. She's worked in different medical departments for SHIELD for about a decade now. Kaitlyn has a terrible bedside manner and will<i>absolutely</i>tell you where you cocked up, but she's a damn good doctor and has experience with non-human and meta-human physiology. Just don't take the sass personally."<br/><br/>One elevator ride and several hallways later, and he led the group into the med-bay where several people milled around. Among them, a blue haired woman in her late thirties to early forties. She glanced over Fury and his group before walking over. "I assume this is your new group?" After a confirmation from Fury, she glanced the five over. "Too many of you to bother with shaking hands, so we'll say we did and skip it. I'm Kaitlyn and I'm here to patch everyone up. At some point in the future, I'd like to get a physical out of the way with everyone. It'll give me a baseline for your health and we can discuss any specific health needs, allergies, medicines, all that good stuff."<br/><br/>A bemused expression crossed Murder's face at Bella's sudden quip. "I haven't seen his ass, so I can't compare, you'd be better off asking Mayhem about that." The young woman's sudden exit had him full on belly laughing. People saying such things to him didn't really bother him, but he knew that the man beside him would be teasing him about it once they got some time to catch up on things. Shaking his head, he looked to Andromeda. "Well, considering I gotta be nude to shift if I wanna keep my clothes, I'm sure my ass will be out for everyone to see, at some point."<br/><br/>Looking to Tobrin and Murder<i>grinned</i>, even though the man likely couldn't see it, he knew the action would carry in his voice. "Eight foot at the shoulder. Mayhem jokingly calls me a 'giant fuck off raptor'." Grabbing his trash, Murder headed over to dump it into the trashcan that had been put in the corner of the room. "I mean, everyone has their preferences and I'm not going to be insulted if my ass isn't someone's cup of tea…And the fact that everyone is currently talking about my ass is fuckin'<i>wild</i>."<br/><br/>However, as Mayhem launched into things, Murder rolled his eyes. As he passed the other man, he reached out to playfully tug the back of the other man's shirt. "Shut it, Brat." The statement was said as a tease, but he knew Mayhem would know what he meant. "Anyway. Time to get the show on the road, I guess."<br/><br/>The trip to the med-bay wasn't that long, but Murder immediately knew that he'd need a map for the first few weeks while he learned where everything was at. Once inside the room, he wrinkled his nose at the undertone of industrial cleaner and antiseptics; it brought back the whispers of uncomfortable memories. Rather than saying anything, he kept a carefully stoic expression on his face.