<div class="floatright">(http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af134/MNBlend/Armor/tumblr_mgj53kyoXC1qzgskgo1_500_zpsf1903649.jpg)</div><strong>Olivia York<br/>Unreformed All American Criminal<br/>Tag: All</strong><br/><hr/><br/>She grabbed a knife. It was a gift and the chances of it being one of those Blade sword type of gifts was extremely unlikely. "Thank you," Olivia stated with a half smile as she stared at the knife in her hand curiously, looking at it like a bug crawling up her hand as she raised an eyebrow curiously, waving the knife back and forth, as if acting like she was checking its balance or something. "Might be wasted on me," she then said with a full smile, her face softening. "Not exactly the type of person who can appreciate a good knife," she then added, before she did manage to toss it in the air about a foot and then catching it by the hilt again, without cutting herself. A brief flash of excitement crossed her face as she managed to pull off the simple enough maneuver.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Oh boy.<br/><br/>So many smartass remarks to make. Yet Olivia made none of them, even as they were on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to ask Ares about his jab on standards of grooming. She wanted to ask Ares if he was going to help them murder his old team members. She wanted to ask him if his son was going to be on the top of their list. So many things to troll this boorish Olympian ogre with, but she kept her mouth silent, and tried to offer up that nondescript, vacant blonde stare instead.<br/><br/>But she kept her mouth shut, because she didn't want to lose her head, literally speaking, on her first day.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened a bit, unintentionally, as the footlockers were... thrown... before her, the armor apparently clad within. She looked around the training room, noticing mats, a pistol sized firing range, and other things in the spartan training room. No changing area or locker room or even a mobile partition however was readily evident as she glanced down at her armor, then at her companions, then looking in Ares' general direction, but not actually at him. Good thing she was from the Midwest, she was used to dressing in layers.