Wasp chuckled at Smiles’ comment, propping an elbow onto the table to rest her chin onto the back of her palm. “You guys are<span style="font-style: italic">nuts</span>. And that’s sayin’ something coming from me. Hey George, Rana...<span style="font-style: italic">Punk kid</span>,” Wasp tilted her head to the newest addition hanging against the wall, quickly sending a cheeky wink in her direction, “I’m Wasp, call me Wasp.” It wasn’t part of the contract to disclose her actual name, and so, enjoying her newfound identity in H.E.A.R.T, kept her name a secret for now. Besides, ‘Veloce’ didn’t bear the best connotations to Wasp’s memories. For all she cared, it was an ugly term, bestowed to her by shrouded parents to speed up what little there was of a childhood for her. Well, that wasn’t all true. Wasp<span style="font-style: italic">still</span>softly felt the deluded invincibility of a confused and irresponsible five year old girl sometimes.<br/><br/>Her attention shifted to Shark as he inquired about the cigarettes. Feeling for the packet, Wasp met his gaze with a sheepish smirk. “Ah, hey Sharky, yeah - it's the one drug I haven’t learned to take outta my system,” she explained, trusting the man enough now to reveal a little sliver of her personal life. Ever since she were a young teen, smokes had been the one behaviour that remained constant. The glue to her gears, the notion of going through withdrawal sent shivers down Wasp’s spine. For the last time such a foolish idea was tested on the woman, it surely made a lasting impression on the neighbours. Shouting, screaming, pushing and pleading, smells of burning, whimpers of yearning, trial and error, smile and terror-<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Stop it</span>, god damn. Why were other drugs so much easier to quit...?<br/><br/>As the doors bursted open, Wasp panned her head to the sound. ‘Ugh, another new guy?’ Wasp initially thought, growing tired of such surprises, until the woman started talking and the recognisable tone was undoubtedly Ghost’s, although her speech felt remarkably different. Listening to her talk, and offering a smile as the girl gazed towards her, Wasp wanted to take her words seriously, even laugh at the ‘spooking some dudes’ joke, but all that came from her face was a slightly parted mouth with a flicker of surprise and confusion. Wasn’t this very individual the person who claimed Wasp to be the ‘peppy’ sort? The serious leader who tried to act professional while on commission? To suddenly enter the room with jokes to crack and a joyful tone - it was mildly astonishing to Wasp. But then again, this lot was full of surprises.<br/><br/>“Don’t bore you? I doubt our group will have a hard time doing that,” she snorted, waving her hand, and with it, dismissing her initial train of thought. This guild of 'weirdoes' sure had potential to match their equally defining, uhm, unique personalities. “Are you saying, Ghost dear, that we were all put together because H.E.A.R.T can’t be bothered playing daycare for one child at a time anymore?” She teased, further reinforcing the whimsically silly idea of going through a ‘befriending’ program. Reclining into the back of her chair, she eyed all of the figures in one frame. “I guess we’re going to have to learn how to share with each other’s toys. One thing's for certain. You gotta sit<span style="font-style: italic">real</span>still for any of<span style="font-style: italic">my</span>antibiotics.” Her tone sarcastically mimicked a child's. It seemed that they were about to spend a whole lot more time with each other than anticipated.