Blaire watches silently as two of her other colleagues enter - Rachel, who has, for some reason, chopped her hair off, and David. Laken arrives with her syringes. Basically all of her teammates have something physical to offer. Something to cause actual physical harm. There are times where she wonders if her talent is even useful, because in the end of the day, it's going to be the person who actually performs the assassination that will receive most of the glory. "As much as I would love to kill that bastard Hitler, you've gotta consider the long-term effects. Kill Hitler, Stalin ends up being twice as powerful. In Stalin's mad reign of terror, we're introduced to Yuri, who can't be stopped, and then we're fucked," she shrugs casually and then eyes Rachel. "Hey, why did you chop your hair off? You know you could have just put it up in a bun under a hat like Laken and I did .. ?" she chuckles a little, but not intending to be condescending.