<div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LeoirZOHjZI/TpbrUMqp-nI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/QBqdFHi8zsk/s1600/Morena+Baccarin.jpg)</div><br/>"Something like that..."<br/><br/>She leant on the wall with her arms crossed and hands tucked under looking slightly put off at newly arrived visitor. Her focus was more on the group of heroes than the Black haired man. Clearly they knew each other in some way.<br/><br/>She didn't say much to him. Only faintly smiling when she was brought up in conversation. She had to be courteous after all. After another rumble in her stomach that loudly protests for food she thinks it a good idea, or an excuse to head for the kitchen that's not to far away.<br/><br/>"If you would excuse me.."<br/><br/>A short while later with fresh coffee in hand, not really in the mood for food after seeing the new guest she returns to the main room where the group were still talking. She had many questions swirling around in her head that she wanted to say. Some she could, some she couldn't. Not here at least.<br/><br/>"So..you're training Val, now? That's new for you. Didn't picture the White Wolf as a person trainer"