Seeing Ghost cutely amused over her comment gave Wasp a small glimmer in her eye. It wasn’t wise to trust this company, she knew this well, but for some reason these people made her job… Fun? She wasn’t sure yet. Maybe H.E.A.R.T was trying to subliminally hypnotise her, for sometimes she felt for the smallest of moments that she could instil her own personal trust or faith into these assass<span style="font-style: italic">insane</span>people. But that implied trust was an emotion that still bore residence within an unforgiving mind.<br/><br/>She snuffed a laugh at Shark’s serious answer towards Google Maps. Moments like these tempted her to believe that these people could make decent friends, assuming they weren’t the typical low-life murderers she knew who were destructive towards everything around them. Shark on the other hand seemed more professional, more rational about his intentions in his craft, giving her a little more hope for this company’s staff. Perhaps it couldn’t be all that bad to at least let herself enjoy their company during working hours.<br/><br/>When Ghost further commented about her ‘cute’ holograms Wasp, from her experience of them, saw them as anything but that. The genetic combination of brown hair and blue eyes fell on the rarer side of human traits and did give Ghost a pretty cute face in real life, though; when her eyes weren’t shrouded by a shadowed hood, Wasp couldn’t help but briefly gaze into them as she talked. Wasp’s role in the mission was pretty straightforward and she was more than happy to leave it at that. Placing the back of her hands to the sides of her face and entwining her fingers underneath her chin, she mockingly batted her eyes to take note of Ghost’s order before she abruptly left the room. “Take care, Miss Ghoster~”<br/><br/>The sounds of her shoes resounding down the hall faded as Wasp stood up, stretching her patterned arms over her head. “Here’s to a Round Two of our co-op party,” she raised a curious eyebrow at Smiles’ words, “but I think I’ll be passing on the booze, George,” A rumbling yawn squinted her eyes, suddenly remembering the name that he introduced himself with. She wasn’t sure what to make of the man. He was an unusual fellow, perhaps a little worryingly unstable, but then again Wasp was no good judge of character herself. Hell, the way she had been acting with her ‘nice’ apartment and ‘educated’ personality in her personal life, it could be seen that she was a bit of a ‘poser’ herself, as they say. All such things really did was mask the piles of crap hidden underneath the sleeves of her hood, but faking it ‘till she made it had always been a constant policy of hers. Life was all about the way you delivered a strategical perception of yourself for people to analyse.<br/><br/>When she was a little kid, she was really grand at convincing druggies that her blend of oral numbing agents, sugar and white powder was crack. Wasp laughed especially fondly at this ‘strategical perception’.<br/><br/>She gave her new teammates a wave before heading to the door... She definitely needed a cold shower after these really strange developments of today.