Storm had little interest in ‘party tricks’ and was rather too long on the tooth to be afraid, yes the masked lady was more than impressive it was true, but the woman did like knowing real details, but there was enough to work on. After all she was just a soldier not like the bloody fancy pants gathered here. Still it looked like they would be her squad thus she knew she would have to get used to them and trust them.<br/><br/>The thing was Storm was also aware they were a disparate bunch of at least two reprobates. Herself and the scarred barbarian. “Wif you leave…” the words were directed at the masked lady. It was then she continued.<br/><br/>“Right not vat I want ta get a’ead of me self bat we ‘ave a job ta do.” It was then the woman pulled out a flask took a swig and then burped again. “Fing is I don know what any of yeah can do, save maggot, who’s just fackin’ shite.” With that the large man was offered the flask. “In my book I like ta know what me fackin squad can and can’t do.” She stared with those grey eyes into the middle distance for a moment, and then shook her head back to reality, taking  back her flask then another swig from it, just to forget the ones that had not made it. “Also I don’t like it when samfing bites me on the arse because samone ‘as a secret.” Storm scratched at her scars, “I don’t give a blaady rats arse ‘ow simple the job seems, I’ve learned not ta take too many chances…”<br/><br/><br/>“Me I aint fancy, I aint special, did me time in the army as a scout, I can turn me ‘and ta most fings. I can spot a trap…and aint bad at ve fine art of dirty fightin’  like I say I am not one to take ‘ome ta yer mavver bat I get a job dan.” There was a pause a slightly longer one as she waited for the others. Quickly then she added, “Yeah…was court marshalled a while ago… fackin’ Army wants me neck…vey aint caught me yet…”<br/><br/>That was her plain and simple no lies no mystery, she hoped the others would give her the same courtesy.<br/>