ISIS within the entrance hall: "The eventuality that people may wish to send money, large sums at that, to loved ones was prepared for. A set of phantom organisations have been set up to allow for you to send money home without raising suspicion. You have been enrolled in a medical trial to test the effects of different physio-theraputic methods on those with chronic injuries such of yours. you have taken a job at New York University as an assistant to the coach of their american football team and as of which have been allowed to qualify for the disability benefits provided to students by the University due to your age and injury. This will allow for roughly sixty thousand dollars to be sent home to your family a year, it would be difficult to move more without raising suspicions from your own family, but if need be I may be able to look into something new. I would also like to point out that there would be no ramifications for you deciding to leave, the only ramifications may occur of any attempt to 'out' what goes on here, that is all they are afraid of. Your co-operation is welcome, but not being taken at gunpoint. Your free will in the matter is one of the main concerns, everything about this exercise is being monitored to see how you react and act. Your uncertainty on this matter is being taken into consideration for any future attempts to replicate a team such as this in other countries."<br/><br/>ISIS within the training room: "Very well mr. Awkrem, I was not planning on mentioning your name anyway." There was a pause as Sarah gave the sarcastic remarks, but still no audible change in ISIS's synthetic voice, even if it could. "Well that would depend 'Impulse'. Would you like it if someone found out your name and made it their task to find and kill anyone or anything you ever met? On another note, if you did not have 'codenames' what would I print on the back of the uniforms? Ever team uniform has to have a name on the back." There was a soft, ever so delicate rise in the voice in the last comment, the type someone would get if they'd delivered a line and had then posed to smirk about it.<br/><br/>Nicole: She smiled down at the catgirl. For all the things she'd been through this was still so...odd. But then again it was probably still explainable. Maybe the girl's shapeshifting powers had some kind of horrible effect on her brain to the point she half things she's a cat, and half a human...it was the best reasoning she could come up with now. She didn't chastise the girl for getting milk stains on her jeans, nor the potential teeth marks in them either. "They're called jeans dear, made from something called denim." Beyond that she didn't know how to react. If a cat had done that it'd be getting pushed away, a human she'd be getting a boot in the nose for being weird. While Mimi was weird it was that type of weird were you either felt sorry for someone, or 'oooookay this person is...is...' and feel speechless. In the end she opted for a subtle use of her powers. She required little effort to cause her powers to effect her clothing and soon it 'slipped' out of Mimi's mouth, though the milk stains came too. In all reality it probably just seemed like Mimi let go, even the catgirl may have thought that. A light brush of her hand removed most of the liquid, but they'd probably be one of the first things washed.<br/>She looked up at smo-Helga it was now, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "Look at us all. There's an ex army, a girl with red eyes, a...catgirl, a guy with a limp and that other guy gives me the creeps...like he's the type to have a weird collection of something under his bed...like ears or something. My point is, did you really expect to get along with everyone in a band of misfits?" She smirked and leant against the table, facing Helga. Her smirk soon turned to a warm smile, her disapproval softening alittle. "You know you don't need to hoard food in your shirt like that? I'm sure there's a bowl you can use to carry it around." Again, another quick smirk from her quip, maybe she was the type to make joking comments at moments like this, be it discomfort or an attempt to break the ice...further atleast.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>