Colt
"A national crisis. A city that's being destroyed and its population murdered. All this and they send a pair of high schoolers to solve it." Sophia said. She looked stressed and pissed. That made Colt almost grin.
"You look like some vagrant they pulled off the street." Sophia said looking Colt over. Then she turned her gaze to the younger girl in the chair she continued her articulation of frustration.
"And you seem like someone I should call a truant officer for."
"So, is there any reason why I should take you two with me instead of say... any of the thousand trained agents and soldiers that are within earshot of this place?" Sophia finished dramatically.
“Ma’am, I have no justification for my ‘looking like a vagrant’ but I am the best of the best, and I would bet the very clothes on my back that I could use any weapon you hand me and fire it better than any of your ‘trained agents and soldiers’. If you don’t want the finest, then send me away, and I'll go; but with all due respect ma’am. I'm the top of the pack, vagrant-looking or not.” Colt said still standing. Her boss had yet to invite her to sit, and she wouldn’t do so without permission. It was just how she was raise. Respect and give manners to who gave respect and manners to you. She stood respectfully, just inside the door way, her hands behind her back and her chin up, her eyes never leaving Sophia.