The woman narrowed her eyes at the German boy, pursing her lips. She slowly padded over to him and plucked a canister out of the fridge. "Hands off the yogurts, they're mine," she growled. Her expression suddenly changed to a calm smile. "And we're cool." She snorted a laugh at his terrified look, walking past him to join the others at the table. "How many rookies we got?" She questioned whoever willing to answer. 

Z shrugged, nodding slightly. It was still a bit unbelievable to her. But she gave an uneasy look at the request, not sure if she could do anything spectacular. She placed her bags on the ground, looking at one bag in particular. She reached down and pulled something out of her bag. She held a brass, coiled snake with rubies for it's eyes. She bit down onto her thumb until blood oozed from bite. She rubbed the snake's head with a droplet of blood, and instantly the brass snake came to life by slithering around her finger. The little snake flicked out it's tongue then slithered to her other hand, the brass skin slowly peeling off to reveal real green scale. Z gestured to the snake with eyebrows raised at Sparrow.