Much to the mechanic's surprise, she'd been the earliest one to the meeting. Then again, she supposed with the Academy of Technology being the closest to the Government base, CC supposed it was to be expected. During the brief time she'd spent in the comfort room, it seemed everyone else had arrived. She stood by the doorway to the toilet, waiting for everyone else to finish speaking before introducing herself.
"Hi there! I'm CC, your mechanic." When everyone turned their attention to her, she gave them a mock salute, grinning as she did. She collapsed into her seat, the chair rolling into the boy named Ricky. "Whoops, sorry!" She inclined her head, a hand up to her mouth to indicate an apology. When he avoided her gaze, she simply shrugged and turned around so fast she probably gave him whiplash. Probably just super shy, unlike majority of the group. And while most of them did share that characteristic, each individual was wildly different from the other, not just in appearance but also in general demeanor and attitude. The orange-haired girl wondered just how well they'd mesh once they'd spent x number of days confined within the same ship. Even the best friendships experienced strained when being in such close quarters for so long. How about a group of strangers?
For one thing, the brother/sister duo was a study in contrasts by themselves. Hannah, their pilot and CC's supposed worst enemy considering their jobs, looked like the kind of chick who preferred independence and being followed. Her brother was the exact opposite, and much to CC's chagrin, he looked much prettier than all of the women in the group. She wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not.
The latest to introduce himself was their tactician, and he looked older than majority of the group, most of him looked fresh out of school. Technically though, CC supposed they did just get out of school. He seemed like someone she would get along with, so no problems in that department.
Their doctor wasn't one to stand out, but given her area of expertise, maybe that was for the best. Minerva, if she'd recalled properly. Maybe she'd be just like their school doctor and nag at her to treat the small wounds that decorated her person. Guess she'd find out when that situation arrived.
Yellow eyes slid over to the two teal-haired individuals, a wry smile forming on her face at the strange coincidence. No matter how you cut it, teal was not a color you often dyed your hair. And amusingly enough, both people were combat-oriented. Was it a rule in that academy to dye your hair teal? The image of a class filled with teal haired individuals was absurd and brought forth an audible chuckle. Between the two though, CC was rather fixated on the male. The flirt was met with a raised eyebrow, but CC didn't judge yet; homosexuals weren't that unusual in this day and age. Nixon, however, was definitely being mysterious with his chosen accessory. The gas mask was unusual and definitely not one she'd dealt with before. And why would anyone cart around a gas mask on a regular basis?
A silence had fallen on the group and Cecilia felt the need to fill it.
"Hey guys, if our ship ends up with a malfunction or someone planted a bomb and we go kabloeey," Her hands moved in rhythm with her words, visibly acting out whatever she was saying. Her hands spread out and mimicked an explosion just as she said "kabloeey", her tone remaining light as she considered one of the worst mishaps to happen to them. It was a definite possibility, and CC had unknowingly probably made a few people in the room nervous. "For the record, leave my corpse alone. While I'm not the captain, I'll go down with the ship." She giggled, but she was partially serious.
"Let's all hope it doesn't happen though. I'd like the chance to take apart Nixon's mask." See, first name basis already. While the words were meant as a joke, there was just a hint of earnest to indicate she really did want to do it.