<strong>"Ugh . .  suits. These suits are just . .  ugh."</strong><br/><br/>Misty had lagged behind the others a bit, and only just now ran into the rest. She was by far the youngest of the group, and it showed on her face. Still . . she actually looked pretty damn good in that suit. Her skin was practically shining, and her red hair looked clean and silky. The very picture of an Irish Lass. Her fingers didn't seem to bother her as much as the fact that she was wearing a suit and tie did.<br/><br/>With a sigh, she raised a hand to the assembled group.<strong>"Yo. I'm . . oh wait, I'm not allowed to use my real name am I? As if anyone is gonna look me up . . . Just call me . . I dunno . . . Six. Like the Sixth Sense, yeah? 'Cus I see dead people."</strong>She stuffed her hands in her pockets, looking positively annoyed. They didn't say anything about wearing a suit!