<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qgsSQ84.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Superbus</strong> - Roxanne Smith</span><br/><strong>Location</strong>Bubble<br/><strong>Group</strong>Quasar, Velocity, Quarrel<br/><strong>Action</strong><br/><strong>Status</strong><br/><strong>Potential</strong>1<br/><strong>Doom Track</strong>3/5<br/><hr/><br/>Superbus let out a small sigh as the two newcomers approached them in the submersible, "yeah I'm sorry too...this isn't exactly how I thought recruiting new teammates would go" she said to Velocity, doing her best to return the girl's positive mood with a small, weary smile, "Welcome to the club, I'm Superbus, and this is Quasy, circumstances aside we look forward to working with you" she said, trying to play ambassador between the "old team" and the new. Then again could she really think of them as "new comers" when their old group had barely been around or done anything of note in the first place? Superbus and Quasar were just as much "new comers" to these two as they were to them. They seemed like good girls though, and while Qaurrel's words didn't exactly help her feel any better, she could at least appreciate the thought behind it, giving the girl a simple nod in response.<br/><br/>The trip back to the shore was...well kinda awkward, understandably so. They managed to minimize it somewhat by focusing on the task at hand, going over all the reports and gathered findings about this new case. It was good for her to get her mind off of what had just happened, and instead focus on what her true passion was supposed to be, being a hero. Ofcourse that was made just a little bit harder when she happened to catch Quarrel glancing over at her. It's not like she was a stranger to being stared at, god just look at the costume she chose to wear, but there seemed to be something more to that look other than just a casual glance...perhaps she was just imagining it. Either way Superbus found herself subconsciously coiling her tail around her leg, almost anxiously, though all that managed was to call attention to her thighs, showing off how supple they were as the corded tail squeezed around them, "eh!? what's that supposed to mean!?" Superbus stammered at the sudden suggestion that this prostitute targeting serial killer would want to go after<em>her</em>. Since when was she a prostitute!? Superbus blushed cherry pie red, not quite sure she liked the idea of being used a bait for some pervert.