The sound of Alex Mercer's voice putting her name into a sentence was enough to make her stop all her work with the screens, allowing them to pop one by one into nonexistence back into the holo-projector situated above the control platform. She turned to Alex's interaction with the boss and smiled. A compliment from the Grey Merc was a rarity, but it sure was a prize to be present when he said it, loud enough that it would echo off the metallic walls of the truck. With the smile still on her face, she reclined back into the chair for just a moment before suddenly, a loud series of bangs on the steel grated floor sprang her up again. She got to her feet and got to the railing of the control platform and leaned over it to see what the whole commotion was about. Alex Mercer, no doubt, but that wasn't cause for serious concern. In this bunch, it was usual and nobody paid it no mind other than those involved in the clash. Joy only smiled at the scene.<br/><br/>She suppressed a chuckle when Alex told her not to laugh. How could she not? It wasn't the idea that Alex couldn't pronounce certain words that got Joy laughing, but the fact that this was how Alex usually was. No wonder she was named Joy. In all circumstances and all experiences, she would find joy in the weirdest of places. Even after the poster boy was out of the large central room where all the cargo were tied down, she was still laughing. Joy looked over at Aurora Firestone, the team's handler, and asked, "I think everything and everyone is accounted for, boss-lady. Is there anything else you'd like to do or to get before we hightail it out of here?" If anybody looked at her, she would be the only silhouette on the control platform, the only window in the room being the front windshields, allowing light to pour into the dimly-lit room and bathe Joy's backside with it. The light cast an orange-crimson corona around her shape, meaning the day was almost over.