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Mercutio's grim response had sparked a bit of her own blunt understanding of the situation, but before she could reciprocate the feeling, another hunter had sat down. Apparently he knew Mercutio too. "Well aren't you the popular kid at camp," she said with her brows raised in mock surprise. Except, it wasn't really that surprising. The guy was still alive, which meant he had to be doing something right, and she didn't think he was the kind to same much. She might swoon over how perfect he was. Really.

Except yet another hunter had walked up, and he used that tone. She leveled a flat stare a him. "I will rip off your balls and staple them to your forehead," she warned, but her expression changed to something mock-flirty, and she twirled her white-blonde hair around a slender finger. "But if you share a slice of pizza with me I might only rip off one ball."

No one seemed talkative where he was sitting, everyone was focused on there meal and in the end maybe it would be better for him. He started into the lumpy potato pile focused on getting each bland bite down before digging into an equally bland cut of meat. Chewy, always chewy and never rare enough to be to his liking.

That was all about to change.

Gabby arrived in her usual out of mission mood, chipper, bouncing, and asking questions. "Alright now Princess. You know the rules. I drink, then I speak." Without even looking up the older hunter held out a hand shifting his fingers ever so slightly to suggest she pass something to him before he speaks.

"Who's your new buddy (Seth) Princess, you trying to replace me? Tired of this old cut up face; maybe lookin for some new man like those prissy little boys on the cover of them books your always reading?"

Her mouth quirked into a wry smirk, not in the least bit fazed. In or out of missions, Jamisson was always ready to try and bust her chops. Try being the key word. She leaned forward, bringing her face close to his, making it very clear she intentionally lingered longer than necessary before pulling back, "Smells to me like you've already had your drink," she grinned.

Her brow did quirk at the insinuation regarding Seth, "You're a real cut-up, that's for sure," she snorted, "This is Seth, Seth, this is Oscar the Grouch, but you better call him Jamisson. And watch out: He bites," the wicked glint in her eye pretty much indicated that she wasn't kidding.

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Seth still smiling as he blushed somewhat when Gabby started to laugh, but he took it all in stride. "Well you do have a point there and I won't argue with you about it," he grinned back. He did try that he did, not too smooth with the ladies, but oh well at least he got her to laugh. As it was a nice change for once, but in the back of his mind he did still have to wonder a some about the unknown mission that they all had been called to.

Very glad for the short line for the food and having yet another plate of good food that never got old even if it was the same things he ate all the time. Quietly he followed to where Gabby was walking and then he sat down next to her when she motioned for him to sit and so he did.

Listening to all of what Gabby was saying and he was going to take her word for it and take it to heart too. He could see that this was some one he really didn't want to piss off and he wanted to keep his life thank you very much were he could use it to save someone from danger. "Its a pleasure to meet you Jamisson," Seth said with a friendly smile.

He continued to eat, stabbing a slice of meat and lifting the whole piece up to rip a chunk off chewing slowly. Fingers still dancing in the air. "Now I haven't the slightest clue what your talking about." He raised an eyebrow and focused his eyes on Gabby.

Eventually he sat up but his hand never moved, still waiting for his tribute least Gabby go without an answer from him on her earlier question.

"Hello Seth, don't mind little Princess here, she likes to over react to things." He offered another nod towards Seth, "Like wise I guess. I'm going out on a limb and saying you all got the call to return as well." He looked back to Gabby, "As for what I know; Princess knows the price. Pay the tribute, I drink, then I talk."

"Why thank you.." Billie looked sheepish at Warden's compliment but gave him a smile. "You don't even have to worry about weight. You always look great. Will I ever see you shave though?" She chuckled and reached across to scratch lightly on his scruff with her fingers. "You know what? I like the scruff."

FOOD. Dekina's voice thrummed against her mind again and she sighed.

"Hello Tee. Dekina says FOOD." She did a good impression of her weapon's voice and now was casting a glance at the serving area. Something to munch on would be nice...

MEAT. Billie simply shook her head. She would get something. Maybe a muffin on her way out.

As they continued to discuss what they were here for, Billie just stared at her hands. She fiddled with a ring she wore, something she and Warden had exchanged on Christmas. It wasn't a wedding band or an engagement.. it wasn't even a promise. It was just a thing they did. And if either of them were to not come back... at least they'd have the rings. Right?

"I'm sure we'll find out soon. They'll give us all a day to get comfy and have fun, maybe not even a day, and then they'll lay it on us. Uh.." She frowned. "I hope they don't have Ferdinand give the briefing." The Sun captain scared her a bit. He seemed so angry and the names he called his division members.

"You want to just hang here? I want to grab a muffin at least." It was pretty crowded and life at the outpost had gotten her used to the noise but since they were at least getting an afternoon to relax, maybe they could go somewhere quiet? Quieter?

Oh, of course- it had to be the little emo kid, the failure of a hunter, disgrace of her division leader's family. He was one of the rare few that seriously got on her nerves, simply because of the way he behaved. Andy would chalk it up to him being 'a teenager', except he was a whole year older than her.

"Hey, Kelly," she replied, moving ahead in the line, and very pointedly asking for only a salad, please. "I heard the same about you, but I guess it's just all that hair gel weighing you down."

In a very distant alien world they might consider this attractive; on Earth, though, Caelius' hairstyle couldn't be described as anything other than ridiculous.

"Glad to see your daggers are as tiny as they were, though. Some things never change, huh?"