Sloan's eyebrows raised when the barista removed her apron and mask to reveal what he could only assume was the team leader - tall and delicate, though he instantly assumed a commanding presence easily enough. The Dagula's eyes followed him to the holographic projector and rolled slightly when he saw the dossiers beginning to scroll. His was the third or fourth up there, and now and then eyes would flicker over to him when they read his Bloodline. He would have to dust off the tried and true explanation and defense of his heritage. He just knew it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nadia fidgeting as file after file rolled past the (mostly disinterested) team. He couldn't blame the woman for being uncomfortable with this. Beef hadn't exactly been a prom king when not around him either, and if someone had read [i]Beef Stroganoff[/i] on a dossier, eyes were always sent rolling. 

There were worse things to be than an Assault's conversation partner.

[color=00a651][i]Back to reality.[/i][/color]

[color=00a651]"Lordy, that's embarrassing,"[/color] Sloan muttered to Nadia as he wrapped what was left of his scone carefully in the napkin and looked towards Robin. [color=00a651]"I just tipped [i]the team leader[/i] fifty percent."[/color]

No one else was stepping up to introduce themselves, and someone had to go first in the round of icebreakers. There were worse things to be than a talkative lab rat. With a reassuring smile and a silent tap of Nadia's cup with his own, Sloan stood up and walked back towards the counter, pushing the tip jar aside several inches and hopping up to perch in front of the register. After another long, slow slip of his drink, he tilted his head back slightly, cleared his throat to himself, and spoke up:

[color=00a651]"Sloan Negasi, Dagula. If you've ever been to Los Angeles, you've probably met about a hundred of me, but [i]for whatever reason[/i] they chose me to be a Butei."[/color] He grinned and set his coffee cup down. [color=00a651]"Let's just be clear about it: I'm sure my Bloodline sent some eyebrows raising, so let me reassure you that I comply totally with every Task Force One regulation regarding Bloodlines. I trust all of you not to go on a berserker rage and gut me, or to exploit the knowledge that my neck would probably snap 150% as easily as the average human's. All I'd ask in return is that you trust me not to 'hypnotize' you, as my first Interrogation instructor so wrongly put it. Other than that...not much to tell, I like to think I'm just a typical guy. I love boxing, basketball, and long walks on Venice Beach...and I'm probably [i]a bit[/i] too generous for my own good."[/color] Turning to Robin, he deliberately and slowly rifled around in the tip jar and pulled out his five bucks before standing.

[color=00a651]"This should be interesting,"[/color] he said, finishing his icebreaker and sitting beside Nadia again. [color=00a651]"A real blast and a half."[/color]