Sean was a bit overwhelmed with all the people here, most of them seeming incredibly... Unique. From pirates to machines of war, this group had it all, and some of them seemed to be quite antisocial, ranging from not being interested in talking, to just straight up trying to start conflicts with others, which Sean wasn't much of a fan of. As much as Sean wanted to talk to one of the more friendly characters, introductions always tended to be hard for him, and he hated interrupting people's conversations, so he decided to wait for a bit before he introduced himself. Archangel came in and immediately went into a speech. Now Sean didn't like calling himself a fanboy, yet he was experiencing some fanboy tendencies, such as being so enamored about being in the same room as Archangel he only actually paid little attention to his speech, but figured he got the gist of it.
Archangel's speech had ended, and Sean steeled himself, having decided he might as well pick the most normal looking person in the room and try his luck in making a new friend. He walked up to the guy who had rolled into the room earlier and tried to strike up a conversation
"Quite an interesting group we've got here, wouldn't you agree? My name's Sean." he said, hoping that his introduction wasn't too awkward. At least nobody could actually say that he didn't try making friends, unlike some others. This dude seemed pretty cool, or at least his entrance was, so maybe he'd be a good friend to make.

Observing all taking place, Roth faintly shudders at the idea of 'livestock blood'. For Roth found it rather 'bland' compared to human blood. "I guess that will do, for now. Just remember, comparing the two. Human blood is alike a bottle of purified water, whereas livestock blood could relate to murky pond water. So i'll be gladly awaiting for if you discover any blood-packs within the infirmary." A weak, brief, yet chilled laugh escaped Roth's lips. Then, mind began to wonder, what actions will Roth take next. Few of these 'teammates' looked exciting to Roth, of course many caught his interest or were not 'boring. Yet from what Roth observed, none payed much heed to himself. So Roth merely continued to lean against the wall, the very same wall which connected to the elevator to leave their current room.

"So, what can you do? I dont see many ships around here. Or did you manage to put yours on wheels?" A new irritating voice said joining into the conversation. "And your crew includes someone who does with paint what decomposition will do better, and...someone relatively normal and cheerful looking. Figures..."

Scorn gave a slight groan at the new interruption at this rate this conversation was going to go no where fast until it was midnight. She looked at the new comer with some annoyance but a smirk grew on her face. Making friends was always nice but a few rivals could be fun as well.

"Oh so you must be the bratty team member, Girly," Scorn smirked giving the newcomer a nickname due to his features ",Better then everyone else with an ego a mile long. If those are your best insults though I think you need to go back to the drawing board little Missy. I've heard worst from children. Oh woe is me your words hurt. Boo-hoo!" She acted dramatically in her chair as if she had been shot slumping down in the chair slightly as one arm draped across her forehead the other clutching at her chest. She then laughed hysterically for a moment before calming herself down.

"Now are done we were having a rather nice conversation," She continued her face now showing disinterest toward the new comer ",Unless you have something better to provide to it besides your stick up the butt attitude, Girly."

She turned back to J.J. as if Girly wasn't there at all, like a child bored with one toy and moving towards another."Anyways you were saying, pirate life sounds more interesting then being in a gang," she said now just hoping that there would be no more interruption among st her, J.J., and Momba. She was also curious on what Momba did and would ask her once J.J. was done if no one else interrupted them. If someone else did she wouldn't be surprised if J.J. at this rate started the fight seeing her annoyance at the recent interruption.

Belinda was enjoying herself as she listened to J.J., and then another person began to join in on the fun. Belinda turned her head to look at the man who had asked the question, noting his rather impressive equipment. As he spoke, Belinda began to realize how rude and arrogant he sounded. It was as if he was anything better. Fortunately, Scorn was already putting the guy in his place. However, it wasn't as if Belinda didn't have anything to say about the matter herself.

Getting up from her chair, Belinda calmly walked up to Adam with a gentle smile and said, "Well you heard my friend there, so why don't you go polish your weapons or something and get out of here? You know, before one of us gets hurt." Belinda's smile turned more wicked as she added, "And trust me, it's not gonna be me who does."

Adam was a little taken aback by their responses, opening his mouth now and again, only to close it without saying a word. These people had seemed to be among the more interesting, which was the reason he had bothered to talk to them in the first place. He could introduce himself to the rest when he was finished with this lot, but...this didn't seem to be going well. At all.

At last he spoke. It was taking every ounce of the near non existent restraint he had not to snap at the emo looking one calling him a girl. He was not a girl! Why did everyone think that? He hardly had the...parts. His work suit was fairly tight, it was easy to tell. Then again, he wasn't wearing that now.

"Hm." he finally said. "I was under the impression that various off-colour humour was a good way to make friends. Its the only part i really enjoy and am good at, so i decided to do it first. Would it have been better to introduce myself first?"

He rolled his eyes. He hated dealing with people more than anything else in the world.

"Ill try compliments. Those often work."

"Ahem..." he muttered, before turning to the pirate. "Im sure your ship is very...piratey. Im sure your crew are some of the best looters and pillagers in the business. The business of looting and pillaging. If thats a real business."
He turned to the...whatever the skull faced person was. This one was going to be difficult.
"Your...paint...face...thing. Its very scary."

Finally, he turned to the third one, who he noticed had got a lot closer to him. He took a few steps back, feeling slightly uncomfortable. People didn't get near him a lot. Why was this person doing it? Was she going to hug him or something? Adam did not like hugs. He didnt hear what she said, due to his near blinding rage over the "girl" thing. Probably wasn't anything important.

"Um..." he said again, thinking carefully about what to say. "Thats...a nice smile. Very bright. I wish i could smile like that." He shook his head, and changed the subject quickly.

"So...do you think they have food here? I could really go for something with meat in, right now."

Alright, now he was trying to start a conversation. People liked conversations. That would probably make up for the failed attempt at humor beforehand. Then again, they might just hold idiotic grudges. Hopefully the compliments would have prevented that.

It took Decker a long moment to collect himself and scrape his sorry ass off the floor. Still a bit dizzy, he made his way shakily to a seat next to Mr. Black, regaining his composure completely soon after. Flynn, as smarmy a bastard as he was, still knew how to sit back and listen when provided with a new environment. Seems like some of theservice new-age Sentinels don't get along.

Rolling his eyes, he went through the usual motions, using mental cues to command the computer-guided visor, closely fit against his face. The visor began recording the individual conversations around him, creating personal profiles for all the new people he was encountering, capturing their facial structure for facial recognition, tracking key behavioral tics in each of them, monitoring their vitals, using those vitals to tell whether they were telling lies or not, searching for tells of when they were being truthful or lying, et cetera, et cetera. The computer was always there, always watching. Its Passive information collection had come in useful plenty of times in the past, and Flynn had even come to rely on it in sticky situations. Not to mention how it reminded him of his mother's birthday last week! This thing was a life saver.

Listening attentively to the Commander speak, he took a final look around the room. These were to be his new comrades? His brothers in arms? Man, even those phrases alone were still chilling. Flynn was brave, there was no doubt about that, but he hadn't been exposed to much battle before. He wasn't a veteran like some of those gathered here.

When Sean introduced himself, Flynn greeted him with a warm smile. At least this guy seemed rather.. normal. "Yeah, you could say that for sure. As far as I see it, we've got pirate hottie, scary hottie, normal hottie, Dracula, a bucket of bolts, a nicer bucket of bolts, a smaller bucket of bolts with an egotistical recluse inside, Granny and her pet bucket of bolts, my twin brother with a bow, and the little soldier boy who, despite looking younger than any of us, is supposed to be some sort of veteran. Oh, and of course, there's us, the two gorgeous, unassuming agents who will probably secure the mission objectives while our comrades bicker." He finished his analysis with a little chuckle, shaking his head and holding out a hand for Sean to shake. "Flynn, Flynn 'Decker' Lesline. Nice to meet you,".

After listening to the directions the Commander gave them all, he gave another curt nod before patting Sean on the shoulder, standing and beginning to pace slowly around the room so he could better collect information.

The pest had decided to speak again but this time seemingly made an attempt at being nice. Yet his compliments made her feel like cringing, but it was better then how he had begun the conversation originally. She decided she would stop with the nickname for now, however if he started acting up again or if she was bored and needed some entertainment then she would bring it back up. It seemed to slightly make him mad which meant she could get under his skin if he decided to pull the high and might act again which made her smirk slightly.

"No idea on the food situation," she quickly stated to his question ",Cafeteria probably somewhere." Her wouldn't admit to the one person who had gone from a thorn to a less annoying thorn that food did slightly sound good. Beside her one attempt at biting one of the guard's fingers off who brought her there, she hadn't had anything to eat in awhile. Of course she much preferred the conversation but food at some point would be nice.