"So... We're gonna team up, huh?" Dawn grinned as she sat down, watching the other two with interest. She didn't feel as greatly out of place since the guy was wearing jeans too and he looked like a guy who'd do this sort of thing any day. Or maybe that was just the bandanna, giving him an edge he didn't necessarily have.<br/><br/>She sat straight in her chair, perfect posture as usually, and drummed her fingers idly on the table. She was nervous to be face to face with the Justice and her thoughts kept circulating back to what she walked out from earlier. She should be at home, dealing with her mother's death and her father's part in it. She should be handing over everything she'd gathered through the years to bring him to the Justice, not hiding from it all. She just knew her father would find a way to force her into doing what he wanted. He always did. She'd end up sleepwalking through life on his terms, and that...<br/><br/>Dawn cleared her throat and pulled her hands into her lap, fingers curling into fists. That way was not an option. She needed to get away from<em>him</em>to be able to... To be able to... Do something else.<br/><br/>After quick glances at the other two she put a little smile on, confident that her 'party-mask' hadn't let her dark thoughts slip into her expression. If there was anything she was good at, it was pretending everything was peachy...