Mr. Spades had been an early bird to the party at hand. He'd been one of the first guests at the table, if only just barely, but it allowed him to preemptively muster and judge everyone before Mikkish had the chance to start flinging words and phrases across the room. The suited man did so with a smile, as per usual. A smile that was almost a trademark, no matter how hollow and dishonest it came to be. As the round of introductions began, he had the pleasure to confirm whether his first impressions were accurate, which was always great fun. 

The blue-eyed girl turned out to be a cryomancer, how fitting, he thought. Even without her abilities, she appeared like the coldest spot in the room anyway. The stoic, disinterested eyes told a silent story, one of parental neglect maybe, possibly betrayal or a long history of lost loved ones. He had assumed that her heart might be locked in a proverbial ice coffin, but for it to be a literal one was a bit beyond what he suspected. For shame, the unapproachable ones were usually hard to faze, unless one stumbled into their big red 'DO NOT PUSH'-button. 

The one he mindfully dubbed 'dolly' showed a little more promise as she spoke up. Since her arrival, there seemed to be something off about her. Something he couldn't quite lay a finger on. She seemed like a woman either too old for her appearance or too young for the way she moved about. His first assumption went along the lines of a spoiled brat with rich parents, but the way she moved and gestured was too smooth for a pampered bitch. The way she expressed herself confirmed this second impression about her, as she was outright dignified, a trait her age group was usually completely void of. The way she made clear that she considered herself way above the wealth surrounding them with the tone of her expression alone made his fake smile grow considerably wider and less dishonest for a moment. This was the kind of fire he enjoyed stoking so much, and with Miss Hendrix 'the walking ice pack' around it was an outright heartwarming discovery. Learning that she was a telepath didn't dampen his mood in the slightest. Although it would make it a little difficult to hide his intentions from her, it wasn't impossible to still get from point A to point B, and he loved a good challenge. That little spark of hostility in her eyes didn't escape Ryan's attention, and put the proverbial cherry on top of this tart. He would have to be rather careful with his thoughts around her...or maybe not at all?

The voice of the rather huge man sort of surprised him. For some reason, he didn't take note of the guy up to this point, thus he had no pre-introductory opinion to confirm or disprove, which was sort of telling in its own way. The guy had a rather weak presence, despite his size. Or maybe he was some sort of shadow-mage. Or maybe Ryan was so preoccupied comparing glacier and brimstone over there that he simply got distracted. The big guy revealed so little about himself that Ryan actually pinned a mental note to the 'shadow mage?' section of his memory wall.

Since Mr. Shady seemed finished enough, Ryan considered it to be his turn. He rose from his seat nearly opposite of their host and tipped his hat, only to make himself look like even more of a douchebag than he already did. This also revealed more of his bilious green hair. "Ryan Spades. Here to lend my expertise as an investigator and hemomancer to this wonderful little troupe, it appears." His gaze went across the room once, establishing eye contact with everyone ever so briefly, in an attempt to measure how much disdain he had earned yet. He quickly added a cheery "[i]So[/i] nice to meet you." that would be mostly genuine, but an observant telepath would undoubtedly pick up on the underlying layer of sarcastic glee that filled his mind like poison soaked cotton stuffing. As he sat back down, Spades wondered what exactly caused Callahan to gather such a diverse group of glorified scoundrels. Particularly since one of the present attendees of his little congregation made the man almost flinch with anger, just by the mention of his name. But as long as some good old murder was involved, he wasn't one to let a generous offer pass, even if it was for an ultimately righteous cause.