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Feng was startled by Lex, which was probably ridiculous because Lex had been there the whole time. "Uh, I dont... think so?" He said, scrunching up his face as he tried to think back. "I'm Feng."

He frowned widely at Solia. "I don't creep! I'm not creepy!" Except when he sometimes walked too close behind someone. Or hung back in the shadows or on the outskirts of groups. That wasn't creepy that was...anxi..e..ty... Okay, he was a little creepy.

At the appearance of another hunter, Feng shuffled to be a little behind Solia, though because of his height he wasn't hidden in the least. Danger, Will Robinson, there were too many people. He stared on at the new hunter with wide eyes.

"Aa, nah, it's only for special occasions," Milo chuckled as he returned the brotastic fist bump with Solomon, "I can't pull the look off like my Sun brah here can." Besides it being a little crispy now thanks to America's flame attack on the bugs. But it was still salvageable enough to be a new decoration for his very dismal looking quarters.

At the mention of the pink haired Sun, Milo couldn't help but look behind him to see if she was indeed following. "Not with me, no," was she supposed to? They were in the same division, but they had only encountered each other so many times. "Would be pretty sweet if ZyuPink came with, she's pretty awesome." Good company, he found most everyone so far to be as such really but Chel was more lively and had a good attitude compared to most.

"Shall we give her a ring?" He already had his phone out, ready to send a message on Nevada's command.

Gale Gentry. Why did that name sound familiar? Evan couldn't recall ever meeting a Gale during his time on the island. He supposed it didn't matter--a mission was a mission, after all. It bothered him, though, as he suited up and made his way to the portal. There weren't so many people on the island that he would just suddenly forget one. There were ones he would like to forget, probably, but even they had faces he could put to a name. This Gale Gentry didn't, and it bothered him.

At least, it did until he arrived at the lighthouse and spotted, almost immediately, his little sister standing far too close, in his opinion, to some short blonde kid. It snapped into place then: a public Twitter conversation with clues far too blatant to ignore about Stormy and her mysterious little boyfriend. Evan had figured it out, but he had yet to follow up on it with the requisite thinly-veiled threats of what would happen if this boy--who was, of course, in no way, shape, or form good enough for his little sister in the first place--should step out of line.

Well, Big Brother was here now, and he was certainly watching. Evan picked his way around the other trainees and stopped at Stormy's side, squeezing her shoulder in greeting.

"Oh! Uh." She hadn't realized there had been a little knot in her chest until Nevada expressed an interest in staying as her roommate, at which it began to loosen. "Right, yeah, we can talk after this," Stormy replied with a little nod.

Stop being awkward, self.

Except then Evan was here crap--

"Herc~" she cooed in greeting, pulling him into a one-armed hug. "Great timing! Gale, this is Evan, one've my brothers." She sort of left the boyfriend part out, but judging by the look in the Sun hunter's eyes, that much had become obvious anyway . . . Okay, don't be awkward, Stormy.

Smiling brightly, she patted both of their shoulders. "It'll be like a family outing! Except with more danger, but that's the fun part, right?"

Nevada made sure to keep stormy within eye contact, thankful that Evan and Gale were there with her. It wasn't that she didn't think her friend couldn't handle herself, but all the more, she just wanted Stormy to be safe.

Her hand squeezed Solomon's as she rested her head on his shoulder and stared at Milo thoguhtfully.

"Nah, don't worry about it. She might be on a mission herself and the last thing I wanna do is worry her."

"Keep up the stellar defending record, and you'll get a gold star for the week~" Man, no Fini to torture . . . Ah well.

He lightly clapped his hands and contemplated. "Let's see . . . U2, man," Jack replied after a moment of thought, grinning. "How can you forget good ol' Bono?"

When Milo said 'pink' in regard to Chelsea a lightbulb went off in his head. "Hey wait, is Chelsea a pink haired girl who uses a bow?" he asked. If this was so, it would be extra hilarious it had taken that long for him to realize who she was. He lived two rooms away from her. She was better known in his head as the Pink Ranger. Milo would probably appreciate that.

Gale making the call that they would be leaving soon prompted a small bounce of excitement that he almost took Nevada on. He hadn't been on a real mission yet. Though that reminded him....

pulling out his own phone he made a quick text.