<b>Kacy</b><br/><br/>Kacy saw Nikita off with a slight nod in her direction, then scanned the room impatiently, deciding whether or not this signaled an end to the current meeting. She was just itching for a less formal conversation with a certain teammate about exactly what constitutes cavemanhood and just exactly where he could stick her "phallus". More broadly, she was itching to do anything apart from sitting. Kacy had more than enough trouble sitting still when she wasn't riding an adrenaline high next to the still cooling body of a gunned down woman she'd had vague plans of trying to fuck back when she was breathing, not that many minutes ago. She wondered idly where they'd be set up prior to the meeting and if they'd be bunked up in the same area together, but she wasn't bothered to ask yet. Mostly, she was concentrating on not bouncing her knee like a third grader through sheer force of will, which was in it's way a torture as unpleasant as many far more painful one's that had been tried on her in the past. Trying to keep her chest raising and falling at the same easy rate as everyone else. While her modifications made her quick as lightning in combat, it also made daily life a constant struggle not to look like a meth addict.<br/><br/>So she sat, waiting, all her focus carefully honed to a point on herself, giving the impression of some kind of tightly coiled spring, carefully compressing itself onto a chair and waiting to release itself when convenient.