In another jet, a lone girl was seated. Isis knew she had been late, but luckily she had gotten off with a warning, and her own jet. She didn't have a chance to talk with the others yet, but maybe that would change when she found herself on land. One of the agents opened the door of the airplane for her, and tossed her a parachute, she nodded her thank you, and strapped the parachute on. Without a second glance, she jumped.
Flying wasn't at all like free-falling, when you fly, you have so much control over the situation, but when you free-fall you have almost none. Isis considered this as she fell, the wind whipping both her hair and the dress her caretakers had given her. She had told them she didn't want one, and that it wouldn't be cool, but they hadn't considered her. Isis saw the ground coming while she was thinking this, so she pulled open her parachute and started to hover, so she wouldn't hit the ground hard. She landed in a mass of people, who she presumed were her teammates.
"Oh, hello there," Isis said, smoothing out her dress and flattening the fly-always in her hair. She surveyed the others, trying to understand the current situation. "You're my new team, I presume?"