Phoebe didn't break the glare between Charles and her for some time. She kind of liked the look he was giving her. It reminded her of the competition she'd face in her long line of theater. The same ambitious look, the glint of fire and determination behind the plain black pupil. Charles wasn't the first person in her life like this, and he wouldn't be the last. Phoebe hoped anyways, she always liked strong competition. The only thing that differed about people like Charles was the look on their face after Phoebe crushed them. Though, now wasn't the time to plot the destruction and reputation of others, and Phoebe quickly focused back on the people introducing themselves.

Fortunately, Kincaid was just about to begin when Phoebe focused back to the introductions. She paid very close attention.

 "Allow me, Charles. I am Kincaid. I doubt you would know of me, but know this. I am the best hit man in this country, especially with how terrible your cops are. Do not think I value your lives."

Phoebe's blood went cold. [i]H-hit man? Her?[/i] It didn't seem out of the question, in fact, it made sense that she'd be something so brutish. Her mannerisms fit with it. Though it was clear Kincaid didn't value anyone's lives (Phoebe certainly didn't doubt it), she knew that she'd have to leave a good impression on her. Much like in her many auditions, which were all flawless. Phoebe looked over the many students, and thought to herself as the next person began doing their introduction. All that Phoebe would really have to do is prove she's more useful than the rest of the chumps here. Though it have to be subtle, and she'd have to make it seem like she wasn't really trying. Easy enough to do on a commoner, but Kincaid was not a pleb. 

The only thing was Phoebe didn't know what Kincaid wanted. Everyone wanted something. Phoebe wanted fame and glory, which is what she got, and what she gets. Money, jewels, and beauty was the only way into Phoebe's heart, but she doubted Kincaid was in for the same thing. As she thought to herself, she instinctually fidgeted with the rings on her finger. Phoebe always did when she got lost into thought. When she finally zoned back in, Cleo had finished giving her intro. Unfortunately, Phoebe missed most of it.