*Jillian nods, and follows after Zeta.*
Jillian: I understand Xan, thank you.
*She notices Xan's discomfort, and frowns.*
Jillian: Are you well?

---
*Laura sighs, and stands up straight.*
Laura: Fine.
*She presses her wrist, causing her face to shimmer. Before long her face stops shimmering revealing a tan skinned woman in her late twenties, her eyes are a brilliant teal color, and glow. She then throws off her attire, to reveal her black body glove. She has a strange looking belt, and a metal arm. On her back is a domed shaped metal backpack.*
Laura: My name is Nia.
*John suppresses a giggle, and waves away beatrix concern.*
John: She's part of my old squad, wonder were Sash is?
Nia: She is in the other room.

Xan nods weakly and smiles, she's not well, but she doesn't want to worry her new friends right now. Zeta has already had enough she thinks, and they all deserve some resting time, without worrying or discussing bad memories or other things like that. "Oh, I be well yes." She says, smiling brightly, a little too brightly. "We be getting food? Zeta not be only one who be starved."

Mergoux stares at Laura as she transforms into Nia. "..." she stares down at her bottle and tosses it aside, where it shatters on the floor. "I didn't think I was still that drunk..." she murmurs as she stands unsteadily and walks towards the exit, stumbling and staggering badly, but not falling

*Zeta leads them into the kitchen, then starts digging around the cupboards like she usually does when she's hungry.*
Zeta: I can't read this language, what's in here?

---

*Beatrix groans, but keeps her hand on her sword-hilt. She doesn't do anything because John seems to trust her, but she doesn't herself.*
Beatrix: All the shapeshifters I've met have been my enemies, and they didn't last long. Don't get on my bad side, 'Nia'.

Jillian: I believe that is canned food, or something like that, and those are herbs.
*She just gets herself a cup of water, and sips at it.*
Jillian: I'm sure you will find some food in here Xan, I can also make you something as well if you would like?

---
*John and Nia both look at Beatrix quizzically, though John's expression has a dash of drunkenness.*
Nia: Shapeshifter?
John: They don't have our kind of tech-nol-o-gy.
Nia: Ohhhh... *She turns to regard Beatrix, and smiles.* I understand, I assure you that I have not intention of hurting you or this establishment. I come from the future, earth has been mostly destroyed by evil-
John: Nia stop, she's not from our earth.. or any earth I think. Wait where do you come from again?

*Zeta stares at the canned food in confusion, seeing as though she's only seen fresh food.*
Zeta: ...but why though? And I'll help with the food making, least I can do to repay you.

---

*Beatrix crosses her arms, and with a frown, 'hrmphs'.*
Beatrix: I'm not from this 'Earth' you speak of, I'm from the Phantagrande kingdom. And I am not 'technologically inferior', I just have different... technologies. Bet you don't have a sword that can do what it wants.
*As she says that, she uncrosses her arms enough for her sword to unsheathe itself and float around her head, aiming between John and Nia.*
Beatrix: Now who is this woman, John?

---

*The red thing at the portal stops piss-farting around, and turns into a red blob, then heads towards the area with the most meat, which is the room, but it'll probably never get there seeing as how dead this thread is at the moment and probably shall be forever. Sucks balls.*

*Jillian sips her water, and lights up another cigarette. She turns towards Zeta, and keeps a slight smile as she starts to explain why people can their foods.*
Jillian: It preserves the food for a longer period of time, without needing refrigeration. Not necessarily fresh, but it is better than nothing.

---
*John slides into a seat near Nia and Beatrix, and manages to find a glass of some whiskey. While Nia stops the blade from pointing at her with a finger.*
John: Nia's a squadmate of mine, well... Kinda. She is what we call a "operative" or "ops," Mostly does shadowy shit, and look like angst-y teenager.
*Nia rolls her eyes, and looks visibly annoyed.*
Nia: He's right about one thing, I'm a operative, essentially a spy, and hacker. Was part of Johns squad till... things happened.
*John rolls his eyes at Nia being all clandestine.*

Xan sits idly at the table, humming softly to herself. After some time she gets up, hugs both women and goes to her room to take a long nap.

Jilial is a whole different story. Her soul is crushed, complete hopelessness fills her soul. She lays on the couch, not caring for herself or anything around her. Should someone try to move her, help her, or do something to her, she doesn't react, as if she's in a catatonic state. Left like this she will waste away and die of thirst or starvation.

*Lecter nods once and strikes a cigarette*
Lecter: It won't be easy, I just don't care to stroke a Devil's ego. Especially not that old bastard's. There might even be parts where death seems like a preferable end.

*Finnick shrugs*
Finnick: Just a distraction? Pff, I can do that piss drunk. Druffalo herd, dragonling in the cellar, chlorine gas in the chimney, name it and I've probably done it.

*Jillian bristles at being hugged by Xan, and gradually returns the hug.*
Jillian: Errr... goodnight Xan?
*Watches her go, then turns to look at Zeta with a questioning look.*

---
*Sasha frowns at Lecter, and sighs.*
Sasha: We will see, I wish my brothers and sisters were here... We would be able to take down your father.
*She looks at Lecter, and squints her eyes slightly in a quizzical expression.*
Sasha: How is he your father?

*Lecter's face darkens*
Lecter: My mother might have been seduced by him, or hexed. Be'lak either wanted an heir, or to pleasure himself, or both. He gave me my Devil trigger, and my mother gave me any of my respectable traits.

*Zeta frowns at the magic, tilts her head, and tries prying the lid open with her fingers, before she gets hugged.*
Zeta: Oh? Oh have a good sleep Xan!
*She watches her go, then looks back at the can and goes back to trying to open it, to no avail of course.*
Zeta: And... how do you get the food out of it?

---

*Beatrx smiles somewhat, and crosses her arms confidently.*
Beatrix: I'm an operative as well, as well as a spy. And when push comes to shove I can be a hacker AND a slasher. I just don't need any fancy shapeshifting ability to do my job.
*She continues looking confident as she pours herself another glass and downs it in one go.*

---

*Eustace nods, and, although he keeps his blank face, is glad he's going to get a distraction afterall.*
Eustace: I will require any distraction you deem fit to draw the attention of specific members of the group. Draw their attention when I give the signal. Payment shall be a tenth of your body weight in gold coins upfront, as well as another tenth of your body weight in jewels when the job is over. Is that acceptable?
*His finger runs along the barrel of his rifle as he waits for an answer.*

Jillian: Oh you need a can opener! I cry pardon.
*She looks around the drawers trying to find a can opener, until finally she finds one.*
Jillian: Do you need help using this?

---
*John almost bursts into laughter, but instead giggles stupidly.*
Nia: Sure, think you don't understand the meaning of Hacker... but sure.
*She rounds on John looking annoyed.*
Nia: What happened to chase and Sage?
John: Your guess is as good as mine, though we got Sasha.
*Nia rolls her eyes, as it is clear she is not the biggest fan of Sasha.*
Nia: I saw...

---
*Sasha nods, and has a look of determination.*
Sasha: Don't worry about it, we can handle whatever he throws at us. Though I still would like to know more about the anatomy of these "Devils."

---
*Meanwhile.*

*A massive quadruped tank lumbers out of a portal in the far end of the woods, it's huge black belly scrapping the ground as it tries to tread just under the treeline. Most of the tank is covered in a black sheen with green neon lights fixated in certain key areas. Three huge cannons equivalent to 105 howitzers batteries jut out of it's back, and a series of automated turrets line the tanks outer walls like thorns. The main hatch of the massive tank opens, and out comes a single figure wrapped in a black tattered robe.*
*The figure starts to make his way to the room.*

*Zeta stares at the can opener in confusion, then hands over the can to Jillian, looking a bit annoyed.*
Zeta: Is there nothing here I understand? God this is annoying...
*She crosses her arms and does her pouty face.*

---

*Beatrix tilts her head slightly and tries grabbing John's glass while he's distracted.*
Beatrix: Do go on. I'm not eavesdropping.