Lance's eyes widened, and he watched his new teammates squabble.
'Aw, crud. Why does everything I do turn to this kind of thing?' After a moment, he realized everyone was looking at him. He straightened his neck so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash and landed involuntarily.
"Bullet. Nice to meet you in person. However, I must compliment your way with people," Lance said, giving him a smile of sarcasm, complemented with curved eyebrows. He then turned to Anima.
"Uhm, look, I don't think he meant it that way. Please don't get too angry at him..." Lance hung his head again. After assessing the situation again, he was confident he'd done what was necessary to appease his new teammates. So, he moved on.
"Well, Bullet, you're number 4. Number 5 couldn't be here, so she may not be joining us at all. Anyway, now that we're all here," Lance looked straight at Bullet with a look that indicated it might be best if he not provoke the changeling. "Let's begin. First, Wild Child, why don't you introduce yourself and show us what you can do?"