Sam looked over from glancing around the room as a girl stepped forward, away from them; it was the same girl who had pushed the button in the first place and seen earlier glancing toward the smaller one annoyed. Clearly she didn't want to be in charge of the group but she was smart, a good ally and friend when you can't remember when you were born and didn't know any of the people you were stuck with. [color=DarkRed]"How do you propose we do that?"[/color] He spoke up, his voice gruff and a half octave lower than most of the others there considering he was clearly the oldest of the punch. Speaking of, isn't the eldest usually in charge? He shook his head and returned his gaze to her, noticing that her hair shifted shades of blue and black, just as her eyes transitioned from light blue to a sea green.