Mayhem glanced over at his alarm clock, jumping out of bed with a start. "Shit..."<i>Must have turned off my alarms in my sleep</i>. Jet lag could be a hell of a thing, and he'd gone from Cali to New York only yesterday. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck..." He rushed through his morning routine, brushing his teeth as he reached through a shadow beside the sink for a set of pants in his bag. Withdrawing a pair of black skinny jeans covered in strategically-placed tears and safety pins, he shrugged, slipping into them one-handed as he spit into the sink and rinsed his toothbrush. Glancing down at his shirt, he shrugged, not caring enough to change from the one he'd been sleeping in. He was already half an hour late. Best not to make that worse. Quickly combing out his disheveled hair, he deigned not to style it for the sake of time. Fury had said this was nothing more than a meet and greet, so why bother dressing up. Not like he wore much different on adaily basis, anyway. Mayhem walked over to the closet, needing a larger shadow to transport his entire body. He stepped in, closing the door behind him. At least they had given him a tour of the facility last night when his plane had arrived, making it easier to find the board room.<br/><br/>A shadow stretched across the room, emerging from underneath the cart of food that had been wheeled in. It seemed to be exploratory, touching each person's feet as if counting, searching, waiting. Returning to the area near the cart, a hand reached forth to grasp at a piece of pizza, followed by the rest of his body. He looked young, maybe even too young to have much experience, but anyone who knew Mayhem knew how unreliable appearances could be. Most people considered Mayhem to be conventionally pretty, with caramel hair highlighted by the sun and storm blue eyes with silver central ring. He didn't see it, but he wasn't his own type. Mayhem had emerged from the shadow near Fury, and he quickly stepped away to lean against a wall. He might respect the man, but that didn't mean he trusted him. Plus, he'd liked his job, and wasn't happy about being forced to join the team... even if he was just recon. Furyseemed to be monologuing anyway, and the blonde tuned out as he appreciated his first meal of the day. He would have preferred a breakfast burrito or something, but this would have to do for now.<br/><br/>Arching a brow, he surveyed the room in silence, eating his pizza as he glanced between the faces. One of the women stormed from the room, apparently angry at something Fury had said. He couldn't be certain what, having arrived too late to understand if anything in the speech was particularly impactful. Mayhem had to stop at one face that was all too familiar, glad he had worn this particular shirt. Positioning himself on the extremely tall man's left, the grey shirt read 'I'm With Stupid', with an arrow pointed to his right. Placing a hand on Murder's shoulder, he grinned, leaning in to speak in the man's ear. "All is as it should be, dear friend. Didn't expect to see you here. Thought you were still in Miami."