Henry mulled over Izkry's words - he didn't believe he'd ever seen a fight in real life, let alone been involved in one. ...the more one lets the clouds gather, the darker the day. It was an interesting perspective. Though Henry had never been one to bog himself down in negativity, he was likewise not one to see light where there was only darkness. Some people would chose to delude themselves, but being a scientist and a mathematician, Henry often saw the world in a rather objective light. For him, there were things that were facts and things that were not facts. The things that were facts; they were going to war, their lives would be in danger, they may not survive to see the end of the war. The things that were not facts; laughter is a light, even in the bleakest of times. Regardless, Izkry's words brought some comfort, and for that he was appreciative.
"Thank you, Izkry," He said simply. "It means a lot."
On his other side, the voice of the young woman, Kazia, was almost drowned out by the various conversations of the small group as she introduced herself. She spoke in accented English, her sentences coming across as slightly fragmented, with each string of words being thought about carefully. Henry attempted to make sense of Kazia's strange manner of speaking, concluding that it must have been related to her abilities in some form. It wasn't until she spoke again - asking him whether or not he had flown in a plane before - that Henry was drawn away from his thoughts. Ironically, had he not been attempting to work out what it was that made the girl so unique, he might have picked up on the subtle changes in her voice; the small differences in key, the unconscious emphasis on certain letters and such.
"Have I ever been on a plane before? Certainly, my father owns..." Henry trailed off as he re-considered his words. Having never been in the company of such a mixed group of individuals, he was unsure whether or not openly discussing his family's wealth was the wisest of choices. In reality, he had been on a plane more times than he cared to count. His father owned three airliners; as well as a handful of boats ranging from small canal boats to colossal freighters, and a vast array of cars. Of course, the airliners themselves did not strictly belong to Lord Ashmore, but were instead part of the relatively small - but lucrative - Ashmore & Croft fleet. Ashmore & Croft was a joint venture, a partnership of two elite businessmen who also happened to be close friends, and as a result Henry had flown many times aboard one of the three airliners. "...Yes, I've flown before," Henry corrected himself. "I've never jumped out of the plane before though."
Kazia's attention was draw to a tall young man who had approached, and Henry took this time observe the rest of the group. He watched as one man with a dark beard - Óscar, he believed - formed a popsicle out of juice, and then after a brief exchange saw Belasý seemingly cause it to shatter against the floor. Henry made a brief, underlined note in his notepad. It simply read: Belasý - Dangerous??? Maria took this demonstration as a chance to invite others to share their own abilities. Izkry seemed all too happy to oblige, holding up a hand and allowing static to play across the tips of his finger. An affinity for electrical machines? How interesting, I wonder if... His thoughts were cut short as a young Chinese lady - Ms. Liu - began to talk. She explained that her powers were related to healing, and that she had been a nurse before joining the mission. Now that will certainly be useful. Next, it was the turn of the man with the Irish accent to speak. After informing the group of his various aliases in different accents - which Henry chuckled at - he then left him rather curious. If you try to hurt me, I hurt you back twice as hard. I wonder what that could mean. Having made notes of everything he had seen and heard, Henry decided that he should demonstrate his own abilities.
"I... suppose I should demonstrate my abilities," He said rather timidly, addressing the group.
Locking eyes with Maria, Henry sat in silence for a moment. It was not necessarily needed, but nonetheless Henry often liked to take this time in order to observe those whose form he would assume. It made the transition easier. After the silence was over, Henry's appearance began to change. His body appeared to ripple slightly, as if a wave had washed over him. It started at the tip of his nose, and spread across his face, consuming his head before travelling the length of his body and reaching the tip of his toes. The complexion of his skin softened, his hair darkened and grew past his shoulders, his lips became fuller, his eyes darkened, and his physique took on a feminine appearance. Now, instead of Henry who sat across from Maria, it was a carbon-copy of Maria herself.
"What do you think?" He asked. His voice was higher and softer than it had been before.
