Azrael managed to smirk at Cora's statement, though his eyes remained hidden by the black headband that covered them. Azrael didn't speak much at all to anyone, and the overseers gave very little info on him. Vita even avoided her typically probing when it came to this young man. His facial features were reminiscent, mocha colored skin, sharp cheek and jaw structure, yet smooth skin. He also had dark brown shaggy hair. 

Azrael at least thought most of his teammates were amusing, though in the short time that he'd been here, about two weeks, they'd already proven themselves to be rather dysfunctional. Cora seemed to pique his interest most, especially given her abilities. Her powers relied on shadows-darkness- but where her powers needed light, his were based in something much more unknown. Shaking his thoughts, the young male looked forward, he saw a few of his new comrades including Ambrose, who had seemed to take on the position of a de facto leader of sorts.

In all honesty Azrael was more focused on the mission, but wished that his and his allies' abilities weren't being squandered on a game of hide and seek. Sighing to himself, Azrael leaned back in his seat, now strapped in, he was surprisingly quite built in terms of musculature. He rested his palms against each other, as they both rested on his lap.