As the junior member of the group, J.D. had kept his opinions to himself about what do next, but deep down, he was spoiling for action.  Athena's willingness to treat the newcomer as an ally, at least for the time being, just irritated him.  He realized it was probably the prudent reaction -- costumed strangers usually had powers to go with their outfits, so attacking Voltaje was a risky proposition -- but he wasn't feeling very prudent at the moment.  After the loss of most of their party, the angry teenager was looking for someone -- anyone -- to hold accountable for the tragedy.  His ire was further compounded by the inescapable, sticky heat and the hungry, stray insects that managed to evade his leaf-fan.<br/><br/>Belligerent impulses were out of character for Happy, but the hostile environment and bleak circumstances were taking a toll on him.  Recognizing his mounting sense of frustration, he holstered his sidearm to keep himself from doing anything rash.  The speedster lacked any expertise in foreign languages or cultures, so he couldn't make much of Ramac's totem; instead he turned his attention to performing a surreptitious, high-speed, 360-degree inspection of the new arrival.<em>'Never know what she could be hiding under all that ... skin-tight ... lycra ... and stuff ... wow ...'</em>