Leslie wasn’t too interested in what Samuel could do for Andrew, and so she more or less tuned them out the best she could. Arms crossed and her feet placed on the seat, Leslie slid down enough that her knees hid her face. It was only when Waller’s name came up did she listen in on the conversation.<br/><br/>“Who the hell hasn’t heard of Waller’s cannon fodder squad?” Leslie stated, letting her feet slid back to the floor as she sat up. When it was brought to her attention that Andrew had also gotten the letter stating their failure to make it on the team she smiled with a shake of her head.<br/><br/>“So even better than a group of ragtags broken out of jail, we’re a group of rejects too, oh, and a doctor.” She gestured to Langstrom. Keeping her arms crossed, she directed her gaze to the wall of the helicopter. She was glad to hear they would be arriving soon, at least the club would help take her mind off of all this.<br/><br/>“Wait, if your boss has got this magical thing covered, why are we going to the club? Not that I wouldn’t mind a little fun for once."