Nodding at Shark approvingly, her mouth parted as to respond. “Aye, you look like you need one, anyw-” Her words were cut as the member known to H.E.A.R.T as ‘Smiles’ commented through the communicator. Words caught unawares to the woman, she jolted in shock, abruptly lurching a few steps forward to rebalance her steps as a soft curse hushed from her lips. Rising up to straighten her back, she combed her fingers through her hair. “Looks like<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>need one...”<br/><br/>Partly annoyed for getting startled, and partly amused at Ghost barely reacting at all, she let out an exasperated sigh and watched her talk, a grin slowly emerging from the initial confusion. “I like you more and more every second, Ghost; lend me his spare parts for me to test on when you’re done, okay? Too many of my new recipes are trial and error.” Dryly commenting, she smiled at the two before her. “My, my, there’s a funny-bone in you guys’ anatomy? Wouldn’t of guessed,” her rhetorical question wafted through the stiff air as she watched Ghost get to work with the trap, walking behind the group with her arms naturally crossed as they advanced. Until Ghost alerted them to wait, that was.<br/><br/>“A...<span style="font-style: italic">Fifth</span>? I never heard about this,” Wasp raised an eyebrow, unsure why H.E.A.R.T wouldn’t mention so in the first place, back when their objective was first explained. She shrugged the thought off. Perhaps the new members were impressively good at their job and so didn’t need to be mentioned... Hopefully. “Smiles, eh?” She squinted, noticing the smiling helmet as her eyes looked over him. His gear was undoubtedly as impressive as the rest, as expected. Thinking how interesting it would be to see what he, and the new mysterious fifth member had in store for them, she waved a robotic glove at him as to usher the team closer, as they stood amongst the darkness and listened to Ghost’s commands. “Clear as day. Knock ‘em blocks off. Over.” Making a saluting motion to the team, her eyes lowered when she turned to look at the doors around them. The new supposed scouting member would definitely be of good use here. It was truly difficult to find any signs of life through her short sighted lenses at current, and with such a large area, who was to know?<br/><br/>“Shark, when you ‘hold them down’, as was aptly put, be a<span style="font-style: italic">dear</span>, well,<span style="font-style: italic">shark</span>, and expose their trapezius for me, will ye?... Huh, does that sound strange out loud.” She pointed to an injection sweet spot between her shoulder and neck, and with a following thumbs-up gesture to the tall man, listened to the rest of the group’s chatter. This time, she kept an ear out for the unfamiliar voice.