Before he responded, Murder took a healthy sip of his coffee. It had cooled down a nice bit on the trip to the meeting room. That said, the request for his ‘story’ prompted a slight wrinkle of his nose. They were all adults, or he assumed they all were, but hadn’t the whole ‘tell me about yourself?’ thing died in Fifth Grade? Apparently not, though, he supposed that it wasn’t an<i>entirely</i>unreasonable question, given that they were all supposed to work together. It was always good to know the people at one’s back.<br/><br/>Still, Murder was Murder and Murder was prone to being a bit of a smartass. Setting down his cup of coffee, he looked back to the still unnamed man; vividly green, reptilian eyes looking somewhat humanesque in the lighting. That said, he noted that several of the people present were already chattering with each other. “Weeeeell…” Murder drew out the word and scratched his jaw under his beard before an amused expression formed. “I’m the end result of when Hydra decides to play tiddlywinks with someone’s DNA.”<br/><br/>Looking down at his mostly eaten Danish, he popped the remains of it into his mouth. It wasn’t the best of breakfasts, but it would put something in his stomach until he was able to get a decent meal. Returning his attention back to the other man and mulled over the perceived benefits of continuing to be a smartass. “I’m the one-man army. I know firearms, know a few languages. Don’t ask me about Russian, I only learned the cuss words. I can track someone<i>damn well</i>.” He paused to drink his coffee and regretted not getting a bigger cup. “Oh, yeah. I may or may not be able to change into a big ass fuckin’ lizard.”