[center][h1]Sofia Stien: Icehouse Hideout[/h1][/center]

Sofia looked over the mission and frowned a little. She wasn't entirely sure of what help she would be. If it was something easy like stealing stuff she could do that, but this just seemed troublesome. Oh well, someone would probably think of something or her to do. Everybody began leaving the building, probably to go hunt for Arsenal, Headhunter and Chatter both read the mission details that she spread out on the table. Sofia was wondering what she should do when Chatterhead spoke up. His words were curious, he seemed to think her power was useful and also offsetting to her... demeanor? That probably meant something like personality. Did that mean he thought her personality was useless? Or perhaps just not useful. Still, his smile was charming and he said he wanted to work with her. He was quite nice and Sofia wasn't entirely sure how to feel about the man. [b]"Bye."[/b] she said quietly as he left.

Sofia was left along in the warehouse and several empty cups of coffee, though not Chatterhead's cleaned one. Without thinking much about it Sofia began taking care of the rest of the cups and pondered what to do. Until tomorrow when they started planning for the mission, or whatever it is they were going to do, things were like they always were. She was alone. The only difference was this warehouse. It was rather nice, Sofia scanned the room again, eyes resting curiously on the firing range. She was used to the sight of guns but had never used one before. It could be interesting. Though odds were she would end up hurting herself more than learning anything. She knew little more than point and click. An experiment best left for another time. Perhaps she could ask Chatterhead to teach her how to shoot, or Headbunter. Sofia shrugged. She had a room here right? The Broker had mentioned there was a living space here for her. If nothing else she could sleep the day away and the refrigerator probably had food in it so she wouldn't need to steal anything else. Musing to herself Sofia began heading to her room, curious to see what it looked like, though not getting her hopes up. Odds were she'd simply end up going to bed.