Nicola grinned largely when Renzo spoke up. She was very glad that another Italian was in their ranks. It had been a year since she had been back to the motherland, and having another of her children here was a comfort of sorts. She would have to ask where he was from when he'd get the chance. Her grin expanded as he began his pretentious encounter with the department man. It was confirmed; they would get along famously. Though, her good mood wasn't long.
Lala felt disgust and fear crawl through her body at Walker's words. Sweat threatened to slick her palms. Her teeth clamped shut in an ornery effort to stop them from grating.
Hell no, I'll make your blood burst out of your body before you do that, she thought in malicious Italian.
The offer was diminishing in her eyes significantly. They were supposed to work together.. but would such a concept preservere? Every person in here was capable of taking her life. And if not them, then their opponents certainly would. She was a fighter by nature, and she often found her muscles begging for another brawl, but the risks were too potent. No, she didn't want that. She couldn't die. She couldn't leave them alone.
Her calm, yet frantic musings completely blotted out her surroundings. Lala was too immersed in her own mind. It was only when Adela spoke that her self-induced trance ceased. Lala was rather shocked at the declaration. But also, proud. And now, her answer was assured. Adela had indirectly brought out Lala's competitive nature, nurtured through her many years of kick-boxing.
If she can do it, so can I. You'll be protecting them indirectly. And you're too strong to succumb to something like this. Pick yourself up.
Lala's brow creased and her jaw realized her bottom row of teeth. She could do this. And now, she didn't have anymore doubt that she could.
She spoke up, "Alright, I'm in too."
After her finalizing statement, Lala was relieved. It was as if anything before those words hadn't occurred. She took up her regular demeanor. She watched, amused, as the files passed through more hands. She didn't care at all who knew her abilities or powers. There wasn't anything too remarkable in that file. She partook in the conversation again when the "superhero names" became mentioned. How funny, how appropriate.
"Hmm, what should I be? Archer, you seem to be better at this than me, take a try," she offered.