<span style="font-style: italic">Please don't talk about me, please don't talk about me, please don't....</span>Elita chanted in her head as she listened to them speak and hear as her buddy eventually ousted her.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">No, Yuri, no...</span>She mentally sighed and physically face palmed.<br/>---------------<br/>"Another person? Well if we want to talk it might be helpful if that friend of yours came out of hiding." Sam said then glanced at Joby for his general reaction.<br/>"And me putting away my gun is for the Cap to decide." Sam added, as far as it concerned him he was only looking out for his own safety when he trained his weapon on the guy.<br/>"As for everyone else in our group, stay put." He announced, his words mostly pointed towards the trouble maker in their group.<br/>-----------------<br/>Looking towards Yuri, Elita glared at him a bit for the predicament she was now in. She was not comfortable with the situation and felt a little betrayed by her 'friends' actions. Putting away her pocket knife in one quick and fluid motion she slowly stood up, very unhappy with the whole thing.  "So what are you guys? LARPers or something? What's with the crazy gear?" She said jumping straight into questioning.