Nathaniel did his best to not to chuckle a bit at the nickname, Impulse.  Ok, he was a little curious as to what would be the reason behind being given that name, but the little argument between Sarah and Isis was pretty good.  But then the really bad nickname that Sarah used for him got his attention back.  “Well, I hope she can, because I will not wear anything that looks like comic book superhero tights.” He said before pausing and grumbling, not at all happily.  “And if you insist on shortening my name to anything, it should be Nathan, or Nate.  Something that actually makes sense.”  After that he fell<br/>silent as the others started to enter the room.<br/><br/>Nathaniel actually let his eyes run back over Sarah when Isis mentioned that the suit for her ‘accented’  certain parts of her body.  Yeah, that got his attention for a bit, but looking her over his thoughts were first curiosity why accenting those parts of her body would help her powers.  Did she have some sort of power that seduces people?  His second thought was that she seemed a little too malnourished to be really all that attractive.  She needed to eat more, or at least healthier.  More people coming in cut the rest of his thoughts off, first led by the somewhat creepy looking, but nonthreatening man came in.  The  Trenchcoat girl followed behind a moment later.<br/><br/>Trenchcoat Girl’s reaction to Nathaniel’s arm surprised him a bit, and that actually showed on his face as he looked at her.  ‘Oh Pretty’ was not something he thought about the crystals in his arm, and had never seen a reaction like that to his arm.   Most everyone so far he had met had considered it something to study, and he had thought of it as a curse.  But she thought it was pretty?  Was she insane?  He had no idea how to reply to that, but the question from the man brought his attention away from that, as well as the ordinary girl coming in to join the group, but staying by the door.<br/><br/>“I had asked to have you all called here because there is a mission tomorrow per ISIS, and none of us know anything about each other, and we barely know anyone’s names.  If we are going to work with each other on missions where we may get shot at, or are in danger, we need to know each other’s powers.”  As Nathaniel spoke, he unfolded his arms.  “My name is Nathaniel, and this training room is the best place I know of to get to know each other’s powers.  Actually showing each other our powers would be the best way I can think of to let us get to know each other’s powers.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>