“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you're new. So, who are you?”<br/><br/>Deoborah was not sure how to answer this question, though she was right in her mind in thinking the question was directed to her, since according to the others she was the 'new' member, at least the only member none of the others had actually met, which in their feeble minds likely donated her as the 'new' member. Who was she? Well, that was a very good question, a more prudent question would have been 'what is your name?' and even that would not have had an easy answer. There were no easy answers surrounding Vindico. The only answer Iris - Rana - received was a slight shift of the eyes.<br/><br/>When the door exploded open Vindico flicked her eyes back and watched, with no small amount of disdain and plenty of abject curiosity, another lady hurricane herself in into the room. The next moments were cringeworthy, this was a girl that epitomized everything that Vindico hated. Loud, brash, self-absorbed, self-obsessed and so full of herself it made Vindico want to vomit down the spectre's throat. She chastised herself for leaving her music in her bike, thinking this would be a relatively professional affair. A mistake she would not make again. Repeatedly smashing her face into shattered glass would be more fun for Vindico than hanging out with someone this goddamn offensive!<br/><br/>Wasp was next to speak and this was welcome relief. He made a few remarks about sharing toys and baby-sitting which all seemed like 'normal' behaviour to Vindico. Nobody was baby-sitting her and she was not sharing her toys with anyone... not yet, anyway. She didn;t even openly mind being called 'punk kid' as she had, after all, been called far, far worse. Some people even said it as if it were an insult, like calling a 'mosher' a 'fucking mosher' thinking they would be offended. People were stupid. Vindico was well versed in this sort of behavior as she was often the victim of it, both physical and mental; she knew this was another sad facet of life. She hoped these people would be different though first impressions of two of them left her very much in doubt.<br/><br/>The tin of tuna sailed across the room and knocked Shark in the teeth, bouncing him up in the air before he collapsed in a cold heap on the floor with the tin bouncing soundly off his forehead - that was her immediate thought of 'hitting him up with some tunage' turned out to be. Of course, she understood and appreciated the lingo, but perhaps her all too literal mind often had a way of making mundane things bizarre. Nevertheless, she appreciated the attempt to engage her in... something, not that she would ever tell him so.<br/><br/>So far this circus had made a total mockery of Vindico's controlled and careful life, she had strode into this masquerade of clowns and mutants, eyes blinded with ignorance and completely unprepared. Now she was expected to actually socialize with actual people - something she had spent her entire life avoiding. The carefully constructed mechanism she had built in her brain just to cope with the world and it's inhabitants was in danger of shattering. Shattering hard. If that ever happened even Deborah herself could not predict the results, but as with most things, she would treat it as an experiment. Sure, she might lose her already strained sanity though at least she could have a laugh while doing so - silently, of course.