Davis Cole
The taller man flinched at the leader's mutter. It wasn't an angry shout or physical retaliation, but he may have fared it better if she actually reacted in a way other than to snark with a voice laced with cold disapproval. He still wasn't sure exactly why he felt this way, for it wasn't as if he was trying to be on Celeste's good side or anything, nor did he for a moment doubt that he would win in a brawl. It was as if, like the way his muscle just knew how to handle a knife, some part of him which was susceptible to people like Celeste from the past had survived the memory wipe.
His posture retained his usual attitude as she went to answer him about the laboratories. With a noticeable sigh he showed his disappointment that it was another dead end. While he had half-expected it to be, he was hoping that this time they would finally be able to take out the experimenters once and for all.
"Mya?" Davis replied almost carelessly at his turn to be asked for answers. He had to admit the name didn't ring any bells, but after a moment he did vaguely remember there might've been someone called that before. From the way the leader had asked of them they must be either very troublesome or punctual; someone who would arrive at the rebellion hq quickly, else will cause a lot of trouble or something.
"Can't say that I have, ma'am." He spoke. In all honesty the only rebel members he saw while coming this way were the brats and she had a glimpse of their faces already by his accidental image sending. "I saw no one while coming to the headquarters you see. Though I've been here for a bit now so maybe they're back by now?"
The taller man flinched at the leader's mutter. It wasn't an angry shout or physical retaliation, but he may have fared it better if she actually reacted in a way other than to snark with a voice laced with cold disapproval. He still wasn't sure exactly why he felt this way, for it wasn't as if he was trying to be on Celeste's good side or anything, nor did he for a moment doubt that he would win in a brawl. It was as if, like the way his muscle just knew how to handle a knife, some part of him which was susceptible to people like Celeste from the past had survived the memory wipe.
His posture retained his usual attitude as she went to answer him about the laboratories. With a noticeable sigh he showed his disappointment that it was another dead end. While he had half-expected it to be, he was hoping that this time they would finally be able to take out the experimenters once and for all.
"Mya?" Davis replied almost carelessly at his turn to be asked for answers. He had to admit the name didn't ring any bells, but after a moment he did vaguely remember there might've been someone called that before. From the way the leader had asked of them they must be either very troublesome or punctual; someone who would arrive at the rebellion hq quickly, else will cause a lot of trouble or something.
"Can't say that I have, ma'am." He spoke. In all honesty the only rebel members he saw while coming this way were the brats and she had a glimpse of their faces already by his accidental image sending. "I saw no one while coming to the headquarters you see. Though I've been here for a bit now so maybe they're back by now?"