Leone had been busily checking over his gear for a moment, hood still placed atop his head while he faced away from the now three Head Hunters. The shifting of mechanical parts could be heard as the Italian man picked up the sniper rifle and unloaded the clip, pulling back on the bolt to release the bullet that was inside the chamber. Taking the single round, he placed it within the magazine and flipped the safety on the body of the rifle. This what he often did in his down time; just inspecting his rifle for anything that could prove to be an issue in the future. If everything checked out fine, Leone would often polish and clean the firearm, but recently (due to having to make it to the Lourve), the marksman never found time to properly attend to the weapon. He adjusted the scope slightly, aligning correctly before setting it down gently on the cot, switching over to the suppressed submachine gun. That was when he heard one of the Head Hunters speak, hints of a French accent creeping into his ears.<br/><br/>What especially caught his ear however was the sound of an exhale after an inhale of a cigarette. He turned his head slightly, only a tuft his hear and the mechanism that covered his mouth visible due to the hood he wore.<b>"I hate to be rude, but if you're smoking, then you're all putting us at risk of lung cancer and heart disease."</b>The tone was almost stuck up and condescending, but he did have a point considering the dangers of secondhand smoking.<b>"The sidestream smoke emitted from the lit end of your cigarette has a higher concentration of carcinogens, while the mainstream smoke coming from your exhalation contains smaller particles of the said agent, allowing easy entrance within the body's cells. Interestingly enough, passive smoking kills non-smokers more than it does actual smokers. Curious, did you know that 46,000 deaths from heart disease were the result of passive smoking last year? Really useless knowledge now unless we find a smoking undead walking outside."</b>Almost as if to emphasize his point, the cock of his submachine rang out in the air while his head was still turned. It was returned to his holster, freeing Leone's attentions.<br/><br/>He turned around completely, amber eyes visible as he looked to the French Head Hunter named, Sophia Catastroph. That was about the time when another female Head Hunter entered, eyes darting to her briefly. He gave a gentle nod as welcome, saying nothing.<br/><br/>If one gave a closer inspection of those amber colored eyes, they would observe something a bit peculiar. Around the irises, there were small traces of hazel within them, making almost what appeared to be a star shape appear. His heterochromia did happen to set him apart from most people. It was an interesting color that all the males in his family had. His father had told him it was a symbol of past royalty during old times. His mother would laugh and just say it was something the boys had. Either way, Leone could care less. So long as it did not make him blind, he was content with whatever they were.<br/><br/><b>"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ms. Catastroph."</b>Leone said right after the new arrival.<b>"I am Leone Durante Angelo, Italian native."</b>He introduced himself, crossing his arms as he stood there.<b>"I look forward to working with you all."</b>The tone that was carried on his words betrayed his true intentions somewhat. It sounded dull and bored, almost uncaring. He could only imagine how long it would take before he<i>warmed up</i>to this crowd.