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The man took Zack's hand with a firm grasp and gave it a shake, his gaze shifting to the woman who sat down as he did. Zack also turned his attention to her. It took a moment for the face to register and he remembered the woman from the morning's session in the gym. She had been trying her best to snap the chain holding up a punchbag from what he could tell, and with some pretty impressive strikes. A potential sparring partner? He thought maybe so.

The man whose hand he had shook started speaking and confirmed that he was the leader of this taskforce by welcoming them and proposing a toast in a fashion Zack knew to be tradition, though he had only done it once before. Without a thought of holding back he reached into his bag, which he had discarded rather unceremoniously on the floor beside him, and took out a bottle of sports drink, holding it out alongside his peers.

"Three nine seven," he said with a slight raise of the eyebrows, enjoying the way the words felt comfortable coming out of his mouth. His thoughts on the team so far were limited, he had yet to find out anything about each of them, but he had a strong feeling about each individual. Not good, never quite good, but strong. They all seemed capable, as pointed out by Ghost, and he thought fighting alongside them would prove... Interesting. He did however have doubts about one of them. The man who had given him nothing more than a seemingly cursory glance and who spoke the only three words he had heard with such a lack of emotion that it even made Zack think twice. But it was not that man that interested him from the start, nor even the leader of this outfit that he decided to question first.

"Nice to meet you all." He turned and looked across the table. "So, Fiona was it? I saw you in the gym, beating on that bag like you'd caught it in bed with your husband. Wanna train sometime? Can't beat a bit of sparring to bring the team together. Unless..." He looked at Ghost on his left. "There are any more pressing matters to attend to first?"

Zack had never been one for group conversation, he preferred to keep talking to a one-to-one basis. People had a way of speaking or acting differently in a group or even with the presence of other people, which was why he favoured the company of a select few to an extensive network of individuals. That, plus Fiona was a team member. Which meant that they would be in contact no matter what. Sparring with her would save him the trouble of spending time with someone he didn't give a damn about. Another image of the man from the lunchline dropping his weight and busting a few ribs. No smile this time, just an inquisitive gaze at Ghost as he awaited a reply.