Scarlet flinched as her makeshift cover was kicked away.<br/><br/>"I'm aware of the seating availability," she deadpanned, "Diving under the table was purely reflexive." She huffed slightly as the boy didn't seem to be listening to her at this point.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I'M CALE EFRUN, THE SQUID RIDER!"</span>he suddenly shouted. Scarlet raised an eyebrow at him, then shook her head, entirely unsure what to make of that.<br/><br/>"It's like everyone here has tourettes. Really strange, crazy tourettes."<br/><br/>The demon turned her attention to the snippy gang leader from before, who at this point seemed to be the only one capable of talking sense. Two groups seemed the most logical, as this current party was, aside from gargantuan, noisy and painfully obvious. Scarlet took careful note of who seemed to be interested in what positions. Until the Dayman started stripping. Then she tried to take careful note of anything but what was in front of her.<br/><br/>"My eyes can't take much more of this nonsense," she muttered to herself before standing, "Traditionally I'd be better suited for infiltration, but that group seems to be filling quickly. I'll run distraction."