Michelle was sitting on a stool at a small table. She paid little attention to the others as she examined and cleaned a variety of pieces of metal and plastic with a rag and a brush. Some parts were quite a bit harder to clean than others, but eventually the task was complete. She then began attaching the pieces together in fluid motions until her sniper rifle was fully assembled and loaded. Next she did the same with another assortment of pieces until her pistol was likewise assembled and loaded. 

Michelle was currently wearing her cloak and mask, and she liked it that way. She preferred that people judged her not according to things like gender, but by personality. Her gun cleaning done, she placed her five-seven in a holster inside her cloak, but kept her rifle in her hands, always ready for action. She looked at the others through the piercing red eye holes of her grim mask, waiting for her moment to act.