With one Danish eaten, Murder started on the second. Honestly, they were pretty good and gave the impression of being made earlier today since they hadn’t started drying out. As he ate, he quietly glanced over the other people at the table. It seemed that there was a nice variety here, and from what little he’d heard, a potential variety of abilities. Then again, he’d also missed the start of the meeting, if it could even be called that. It seemed to be more of a meet’n’greet deal. Looking back to the other man, he thought over his answer for a moment; the lightning flickering went ignored since he was more focused on his food.<br/><br/>“I just go by ‘Murder’, anymore. Human name doesn’t fit me anymore and that person died a long time ago.” The Danish was finished off shortly after this statement and chased with a few drinks of his coffee, which nearly left his cup empty. Goddammit. They couldn’t have bothered to supply one of those mobile coffee pots, could they? He couldn’t see one, in either case. “How ‘bout you? Got a damn or do I just get to call you ‘Dude’?”<br/><br/>Picking up the napkin he’d carried his Danish in on, Murder folded it up and used it to clean off his mouth before lightly brushing at his beard to make sure he hadn’t gotten anything in it. Then, he glanced back over. “I worked with a support unit for several years. Had a few joint missions with various military branches, as well…Army, Marine, Special Forces. I think the real question is if<i>you’re</i>capable of working with people without trying to chat them up. I don’t advise it…Things just go really awkward.”<br/><br/>When one of the women stood up, Murder looked over and glanced down as the cards were placed on the table. Leaning forward, he grabbed one and dragged it over to himself. That sounded potentially fancy, and he wasn’t one to dress fancy, didn’t have the clothes for it, in any case. Then again, he supposed that it depended it if was a special, closed event, or something open to the public. Regardless, it might not be a bad idea to show up, just to get the lay of the local area.<br/><br/>The notion of being thrown into a fight wasn’t something that appealed to Murder. He’d hoped that he’d been done with the whole notion of being someone’s damn attack dog. Apparently, Fury and SHIELD had other plans. Looking back down to his coffee cup as the woman, Bella, introduced herself, he finished off the dregs of the coffee and started stuffing the napkin into the cup. It was an impressive list of names she was attached to and he suppressed a snort at how he was, more or less, a literal nobody. He was legally dead, to boot! “So, if you’re related to those two, why do you gotta have a suit? Can’t you just…I’unno. Summon fire or some shit?”<br/><br/>Shifting his attention once more, he focused on Dominika as she spoke. While he wasn’t a huge fan of being around another former Hydra agent, he supposed that it wasn’t too surprising. The organization had their fingers in so many different pies and had a lot of different projects running simultaneously. Still, he briefly pressed his lips together, tightly, at the mention of his abilities. “Yeah, well. I sure as shit didn’t want the powers when I got them. They just wanted a scary attack dog they could sic on people.”