Mamacroc<br/>"Yeah that poor kid's probably getting a little fed up waiting for me." She grinned, it was nice to see him laughing after he'd been so... agressively angsty.<br/>The  challenge got a rise out of her, "Oh do you?"<br/>She took off after him, making a childish attempt to knock him over if she could and keep going. For someone who was normally so mature it was a laughable course of action and she loved every moment of it.<br/><br/>Thomas<br/>The "fight" became more of a chase, the yellow eyed man following him with bone breaking punches as he sprinted around the room ripping up padding. He had to admit he was getting a little short of breath but adrenaline was pumping too hard to stop. The thought occurred to him that this was what his sister must feel like in a fight. He simultaniously loved it and was a little worried by the electricity visibly sparking all over his skin. He wanted to shock the room. He wanted to shock it so hard anything even close to electronic would be fried. Was it really fighting? Probably not. Would it be accepted? Maybe. Was it his best shot? Definitely.<br/><br/>Socks<br/>He watched the screens intensely, taking in every move made by interestiing candidate. This was being recorded for later review of course, but analyzing then would let them rule out a few people early. The boy twin was running around the room like a chicken with it's head cut off. Which was a little pitiful. While his sister waited and waited for Barb.<br/>His eyes kept getting drawn to Hiiro, and she wasn't doing well. She'd shaken her head earlier, so she knew he was watching and that she could signal him. He didn't interfere. He wanted to. It got him on edge seeing any member of his team in trouble. But he didn't. He kept his hand over the button to open the door and waited, when she signalled then he'd open it, but only then. Well then or if she got herself seriously injured. For the moment a broken nose was enough to let her keep going on.