<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/1928/greerk.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Greer Grant / Tigra<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Magically Altered Human<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avengers Tower - Briefing Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Greer had followed the others back into the elevator. She didn't say anything on the ride up or otherwise for that matter. Staying close to the side of the car she held onto the bar. When Bobby had mentioned not being able to get lunch she was a bit disappointed but not overly concerned about it. A snack would be nice but she had fasted for far longer than a day before and could do so again if needed. It would just mean a large amount of intake when it was over. She watched as more people piled into the car and made room as she needed to. Luckily the trip up wasn't too long and soon the ding of the elevator opening sounded out alerting their arrival. Slipping out in the midst of all the heroes she made her way in and found a seat near the front where she could pay close attention to the battle plans. Greer had assumed that it was a battle they were going into, why else would they be in a briefing room.<br/><br/>Deep inside of herself the magically altered human wondered if she should press that button and let out Tigra. Maybe she should wait to hear the details before the somewhat emotionally unstable female, at times, would make herself visible allowing Greer to slip back into the recesses of her own mind. Tigra was ready for battle and for play. She always was, however Greer liked to keep things simple and controlled. So there she was settled into a seat to watch as she pushed her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie then took them out again. Sinking down into the chair more she pulled her feet up to rest on the edge of the seat so that her knees were closer to her chest. Her arms wrapped around her slender legs and pulled them inward to her.<br/><br/>Mr Stark and Captain America both in one room was a little intimidating for her but she would handle it. Her eyes darted back and forth to each one in turn before she heard a familiar voice entering. Could it be? Johnny Storm? Here?! Her feet slid to the floor as she turned her head ever so slightly to see if it was indeed him. The Human Torch. And there he was. All six feet of him, looking as deliciously lovely and even more so than his photos credited. She still remembered those couple years ago when he rescued her. She couldn't help but smile some and turned back in her seat to face the leaders of this group with an ever so slight blush to her cheeks. She didn't know what to do or say, but it wasn't really the time anyway.<br/>