The room seemed to come to life as the last of the recruits came in, everyone accounted for by the body language she'd seen from Fury. He seemed content with letting them start their introductions, whether it was to get accustomed to everyone surround or simply to move things further faster, but Andromeda mentally groaned when the people around her began introducing themselves. Very interesting people, she noticed, especially as own keen, nearly black eyes seemed rested on Murder, her head tilted to the side in a less than human way. Then, once Murder and Mayhem were done with their introductions, the pretty blonde beside her made her own short and sweet monologue. The woman was part Asgardian? How interesting. The term for her people's species lit something very old and ancient in Andromeda's vast memory, bringing her back to the early times of her life, nearly 1,100 years ago when she was still but a human woman. The Viking people, Andromeda's people, had worshiped the Asgardian gods.<br/><br/>To be in the presence of one, even a half blood, to know that the Asgardian people were real and did not simply include the gods such as Thor, made her heart soar. If only anyone she knew were still alive to tell the good news, that not only were the gods they worshiped real, but there were others among them that dwelled among the Earth. Then, as Bella finished her monologue, a silence had fallen on the room and Andromeda felt multiple sets of eyes focused on herself expectantly. She knew the look on her face was stoic and void of emotion, so she tried very hardly to put a soft, kind smile on her face. Of course, it did not quite reach her eyes.<br/><br/>"I am Andromeda. That is all I go by, however you may call me as you wish. I have dwelled the Earth for quite some time, a little over a thousand years now. To make things simple, I am the creature that the legend of "vampires" was based off of. It is quite the long tale, but to simplify I survive off of human blood. My abilities are super strength, speed, agility, reflexes, senses. I was created to be an apex predator, but I must survive off of human blood as technically, I have been dead for a thousand years." Andromeda cut it short then, realizing how very morbid her existence sounded when she spoke it aloud.<br/><br/>"I must also admit that while I am here now because Mr. Fury saw potential in me, my name is nowhere near clean. I have indeed been the monster dwelling in the dark, but.. I am trying to rectify my past crimes and horrors." Andromeda felt that was enough, her dark eyes shifting downwards to where her hands were elegantly folded together in front of her on the table, her fingernails long, manicured, and painted black.