Steve sat at a table nearby, sporting moist post-shower hair, quietly munching on something or the other. He and Louis didn't get along, otherwise he'd sit with the others. It wasn't so much that Steve disliked the guy, but Louis liked to use his abilities to pull pranks, and he had an unhealthy sense of humor. Trickster, or so was his alias, only pranked the guys, often sitting with the ladies to avoid repercussions. Steve isn't one to get back at anyone for crossing him, but Louis didn't know that. Even if he did, he's too paranoid to take the risk.
Number three had no issues sitting with him, it even seemed to calm her a little. Steve did have an air about him that kind of exerts serenity. She spoke to him in the only way she could, smiling awkwardly. [BCOLOR=#ffcc00]"Say, Ray? I've been, uhm, listening in on the guards and labworkers."[/BCOLOR] Steve raised a brow and tilted his chin up a little, asking non-verbally to go on. The girl shyly placed her hands between her legs and continued. [BCOLOR=#ffcc00]"They know something's up.[BCOLOR=#ffcc00] They plan on upping security. What do we do?[/BCOLOR]"[/BCOLOR] Steve's brow furled into a deep frown and replied with a whisper, barely even moving his lips. "I don't know, Voice." [BCOLOR=#ffcc00]"That's Grace, Ray."[/BCOLOR] "And that's Steve." He said with a smirk. His eyes panned up to the group sitting across the room and he lightly bit his lip.
"Where's two or eight when you need them?" He groaned.
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"Oh, you know. The usual." Kayla replied with a small shrug. "Trying my best not to burst into barking or whatever else my body feels like doing." The beastling had trouble controlling her 'gift', more so than the others. Her power is among the more potent, but her problems made her a wild card at best, and a liability at worst. They needed her to succeed in their escape, and they needed her to be on her A-game. All they could do is trust her to control her power.
(I'll leave Louis to you owo)