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Joy drops her hand off his face like it's been burned. She still has a grin on her face as she teases him, but he wonders if it was coincidence that it dropped when the other guy asked about Davey's arm. He's probably not what Joy was expecting to meet in real life. It's no surprise she's a bit hesitant.

That's fine, he can just play tour guide with them. It'll be distracting, if nothing else.

He pauses, mentally. This would be the part where Azrael chimes in with a pointed dig at Davey's communication skills, or lack thereof. Maybe asking if Davey remembers how to talk? If he's exceeded his word limit for the day?

... He tries to nudge at the space Azrael inhabits. There's no response. He backs off when he realises the swampy 'feel' is slowly sucking him in like quicksand. He pings gentle concern in the direction of the mire, then switches his focus back to the world outside his head.

"Everything will be foggy for a while after coming out of the pods," he says. "Thanks to our science division, your bodies will adjust quickly - and you don't have to worry about muscle atrophy - but your mind needs a bit longer."

He's about to move on to the next question when something else occurs to him. Joy knows his name, but this other guy... "I'm David Brant, by the way."

"You might be missing some memories, especially considering you guys shouldn't be awake right now, but I promise you did actually sign up for this. We're not in the business of kidnapping people." Despite H's creeper tendencies. And appearance. Okay, maybe Davey wouldn't put it past H to be involved in black market kidnapping, but everyone Davey had ever spoken to had signed up for this. H was probably not a kidnapper.

He hoped.

His face clouds over as his eyes flicker down to his arm (or lack of one) again. That's something most people know better than to ask him about. (Though to be fair, if they're full Hunters, they've probably heard the rumours already, unlike this guy.)

"Pod malfunction," he says brusquely. There's an icy edge to his words. "They had to remove it when I woke up after passing the Hunter trials."

He stares the guy down, then does the same for Joy, eyes boring into hers. "That's why I said don't go dying multiple times while you're in the pods. Even if you think you're dreaming. It might be a trial. You don't want this happening to you - any of you. Be careful when you go back in, alright?"

And now for a new topic, please. He was working himself up and didn't even have Azrael's sharp tongue to cut his jagged edges off right now.

"Wait, did you say zombies?" his face screwed up and he stared at Joy and the other guy. "What the hell has H been telling you?" There were no zombies here. Did he miss a zombie invasion while he was away?

"No, there aren't any zombies here. Over in Amityville, probably, but we do our best to kick those bastards back where they belong."

Aside from the surprised and, slightly pained ‘oof’ sound he makes when her elbow jams sharply into his ribs for the rather blunt question… he listens carefully but he keeps glancing back at joy with a darkening tone to his already dark features like he realizes that he’s gone from welcome company to…third wheel in about the space of ‘captain’ and the touch of a face. It may have taken a moment but it is sinking in that he’s not exactly ‘wanted’ right now, and they clearly have a history.

Pod malfunction, dying repeatedly…
Well, it’s definitely given him a lot to think about. Yes he could absolutely stay and ask the currently captive audience more questions but, after that touch, he opts to give a small uncertain bow, like he’s not sure if a wave is the right thing to do, or a handshake or… just a hasty retreat. “Um… wow… Sorry. I um…yeah.” He glances between them again.

“Ah…. Look I’ll um, I’ll just walk around and see…”
He shuts his mouth again and nods like that concludes his train of thought and backs away a few steps, hopefully not bumping into anyone.

Zombies… zombies over in someplace called Amityville.

Oh my god.

He'd been distracted with some banter between himself and his weapon when the girl approached him, asking about a restroom. He grinned at her, turning on the charming face as a reflex. "Oh, restrooms? I can show you where they are." He said, standing and giving Ami a slight nod. "See ya." He added, sauntering down the stairs and hoping the new girl was following.

"How ya doin Alistaire..?" Cee winked and touched his arm a bit. She was urging him closer, ready to sandwich herself between these two like they were her secret service escort. This could be the start to a fun night! "Wanna show me tha sights?"

Another guy joined them, tall and dark skinned, and if it weren't for his drag of an attitude she may have found him hot. Unfortunately he sounded like a bit of a wet blanket talking about reports and whatnot.

"Lay off, Vlad.." Because with that goatee and hair he had to be some sort vampire. Cee still wasn't above putting herself out there though. "I'm not uh.. privy or whatever to all that stuff you're spoutin. People are just tryin'a have'a good time." She motioned to the room of smiling people, the tearful reunions, and it seemed most of the 'pod people' already bright and eager to be free from their sleeps.

"I'm just a poor pod freak of nature and I'll be goin back any secon' now so... you can come with us.." Her hand disentangled from her companions to extend and drag a nail down Marcus' arm a moment, voice dropping to an invitingly low tone. "Or.." she said, her words taking up an edge. "You can step the ******** off my girl here."

Joy thought the hug could have lasted maybe a smidge bit little longer but offered no resistance. The last thing she wanted was to get Davey into trouble for PDA, not that she thinks anyone was watching but who could tell here? "Wonderland or wherever this place is, you're the Cap'n," she grinned up at him, giving a snappy salute or as close to one as she could (but given how she was using movies as her reference, she didn't doubt he'd correct her.)

"Zachary can probably catch up to us," she gestured to the departing dark-haired man then pursed her lips in though. "Or not, guy was whole a mess of nerves, praning ata," she remarked as they headed out.

[EXIT]

"It's nice to meet you," Noah said to Astrid, smiling a little nervously. He hadn't actually expected to undergo the family approval process, but here it was.

"I'll come with," he answered. Not that there had really been any question about that.

He smiled a bit, though it was more a smirk if anything, the tiniest twinge of the corners of his mouth lifting as he opened his phone, holding it up as he recorded.

"Maebe Grace Bertrand- Upon review, has shown little progress in regards to tone when faced with those above her rank." He lowered the phone looking directly at the trainee. "However, I don't feel she is one who would utter disregard all forms of authority.-You're not getting out from a performance review just so you know. It's my job to make sure you'll survive what you'll be facing. Including-" His gaze shifted to the newly awoken before shifting back to her, "possible 'consequences' of lacking protection?" From Cee's words, Marcus guessed that there would be antics later he'd want no part of. Antics that he doubted they'd even consider the repercussions of.

"I might take you up on the offer. As for being called Vlad-" He pulled back on his shirt, the twin fang marks visible, pale dots on his lower neck. "I left my impaling days behind me, however-"

The cackling of Dis was ever a dull echo, his hand grabbed at her wrist, the knowledge to keep from breaking her bones, to prevent any bruise beyond discoloring keeping his own strength in check. "Let me be the first to give you a lesson of Deus ex. You're disposable. H said to return you in 'good condition'." His grip tightened. Enough to bruise, discolor. "As far as most hunters are concerned, that means in one piece. It means alive. You wouldn't survive a real hunter." He bent down, voice low enough to reach her and her alone, grip getting worse, the edge of something severe. "Here's the second lesson. You're human. We're not." He let her go, stepping back, that slight ting of his lips pulled upward.

"You have the look of a lifer, or, the recklessness of a sun. I can't quite tell."

Cee was having nothing of being gripped up on. The pain was bearable. She'd gotten worse bruises from girls in school.

As soon as Marcus leaned in to hiss in her ear she snarled, twisted her wrist free, kneed him straight in the balls. "RAPE HE'S RAPIN ME! I'M A BABY POD PERSON AND THIS s**t IS TRYIN'A RAPE ME!"