Max
"It's fine, Max. It wasn't a long wait. Now let's go get you some ice cream." Wes lightly took Max's hand is his, leading the way to the cafeteria. Once they arrived, Max was only temporarily left alone so Wes could retrieve the ice cream but was back shortly. He had a vanilla cone and a strawberry cone and handed Max the pinkish red hued one.
"Thank you," she said and once it was made clear she could begin eating, she stared blankly at the cone, licking the odd cold treat occasionally. It was interesting how some would drip off the cone and onto her small fingers. It was cold no matter what. She always wondered why it would still be cold if it was melting. But Max was a genius with guns and weaponry, not ice cream.
"How do you like your ice cream, Max?" her handler asked kindly.
"It's really good," the young girl said plainly. "Thank you." Max looked up at Wes a blank smile on her face. It is rude to look depressed and say thank you, Alice always told her, You have to smile so they know it is sincere. max really did appreciate Wes taking time to treat her, it was just hard for her to show sometimes. "If you have work to do, I can go train so I'm not a bother." Max was only half way through her cone when she set it down on a napkin, grabbing another to wipe off her hand before she continued. "Alice should be down there. We could work together. I've noticed her shooting still needs work."
Alice
"I got a mail about one here! Check it out!" Alice ran over to her handler's voice, sitting and holding the phone at the ready for her. She pulled the screen close, reading every word twice.
"Yes," she screamed, jumping up and down, backwards and forwards. Her gun was safely on the couch, safety on, so her bouncing off the walls was only concern to some one who might walk through the door and get attacked by her excitement. I'm so excited, I can't wait to hear the details! I wonder what we get to do? Do you think we get to do some really cool action-like stuff this time?" Alice continued to bombard her handler with questions and theories, plans and suggestions. Alice somehow wormed her way behind Samuel in the chair and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm so, so, so, soooo excited!" She bounced with every word and squeezed him out of happiness, but not tight to the point to where he couldn't breathe.