Charlie gently held up his hand and the flame flickered away as the woman returned to normal. “Ms. Shaw, I do apologize for the speed at which this is being done. Normally we move at a much slower pace and we approach you and talk to you and all that but, I am afraid we do not have that luxury at this moment. Let me assure you, we are doing this as gently as possible and, should you accept, we will begin training and assessment as to where you should begin. It’s very official despite all of this.  As for the room we-“<br/><br/>There had been a few distant thuds before the door to the room swung open and in stepped a rather normal looking man. Somewhere in his mid-twenties, his dirty blond hair hung around his face in thick chunks and he wore a simple attire of a simple sunglasses, grey t shirt, a pair of dark jeans and tennis shoes. Completely normal looking compared to the rest of the crew. Except for the six inch across metal pipe that was currently sticking out of his chest for about two feet and three feet out of his back.<br/><br/>“Really, the one time I actually need you!” he whipped off his sunglasses, revealing his eyes or, better put, the lack of them. Where there should have been eyes there was just a black emptiness. “Allll this huff and puff about team work and just when I start to belief it, poof! You’re all suddenly not available!”<br/><br/>He stalked into the room for a few more feet, looking at each one of them with a certain air of righteous anger. “I’ve been hanging between two concrete pillars for about an hour and I finally get here and you’re all magically busy? And why is no one answering their phones?! Seriously, the one time when I-“ the impaled man caught the sheer frozen look on his compatriot’s faces and followed their gaze back to Elizabeth. He blinked a few times before looking back to Charlie, pointing towards the woman. “Non-briefed human?”<br/><br/>“Non-briefed human.”<br/><br/>The new man seemed to cringe a little as he realized just how sensitive humans could be when getting eased into the whole ‘your world isn’t really your world’ thing. He cleared his throat a little, stiffly putting his glasses back on his face. “Heh. Oh. Hey there, um, lady. So, you know, special effects these days. Look,” he flicked the metal rod, “see? No problem what-so-ever. I’m uh, nice to meet you and hope this all goes well.” He backed up slowly, trying to make a clean exit. However, he stepped too far back and the other side of the post that was coming out of his back hit the door and pushed a few inches in the other way, allowing for some rather dark leakage to ooze out with a sound that was something akin to wiggling your fingers through Jell-O.<br/><br/>Charlie just face palmed while the newcomer gave a rather odd laugh and just turned quickly, exiting from the room. The obvious leader sighed and looked back up to Elizabeth. “Well, that was Able, another member of the team that I was hoping you would meet sometime later for obvious reasons. Latest addition to our team and a little-“<br/><br/>“Dimwitted,” Sara grumbled<br/><br/>“Reckless,” added Ken<br/><br/>“green,” Charlie continued with a tone that suggested the other two shouldn’t ever try to finish one of his sentence ever again. “But harmless, really. And great agent for the cause. We’re working on getting him a partner, too, in fact but that’s not who we are hoping to pair up with you.” He hoped that would be somewhat of a relief after that little shock. After all, that had been a grisly sight and not one that they would have let her see for at least a few weeks but, well, it had happened either way. “He’s a shade,” he finally informed her after a moment. “Spirit inhabiting a body that isn’t really alive anymore, so no harm done. He’s a bit special, however, as normally they possess other bodies but, in Able’s case, he’s possessing his own. Remarkable little occurrence, really.”  He took a deep breath,  “But that’s not why you’re here. You are here because we need a partner for one of our…agents. He’s rather picky on who he works with and, because of that, we let him pick his own. And he has picked you, Ms. Shaw.”<br/><br/>He wanted to let all of that sink in for a moment, to allow her the time to process Able and the fact that she had been specifically chosen despite her not knowing it.<br/><br/>"He's very selective, you know," Sara added with a certain air of amusement. "And he's never picked a woman before so you can imagine we are quite interested to see how you to get along. Might actually work out this time. Might," she stressed.<br/><br/>Charlie gave another wave of his hand, wanting to give the woman time to take everything in. Besides, if she was still in shock from Able there was probably little to nothing that she'd remember about those last few statements.