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For a moment, Marie froze up in mixed emotions at the sight of the latest addition to the odd group. Old habits are hard to shake... And her old disdain for Transcenderi resurfaced as she realized exactly what kind of group she was likely looking at; though it was quickly stifled. Different ages, secrecy; not even remotely the same sort of occupation, if clothes are any indication... "Ah. I understand now."

The deeply, burly, and heavy accent of her Lithuanian guise was gone now; as she spoke, her form changed into a younger, more slender build--the hair lightened, the height dropped, and the accent changed to British (one of her favourites). "Unless I'm mistaken, we've all received a mysterious, persuasive note to the tune of: job, Warehouse 42, when the sun shines brightest, A; or something like it. I could also be mistaken, though I don't believe I am, in supposing we're all of a more... Interesting background. Likely of the genetic persuasion." Marie coughed. Extreme changes in muscles, especially her vocal chords, could sometimes be hard to adjust to quickly; though she felt the point needed to be made. "I think introductions--and if you don't mind me being nosy, the trait that got you here, would be a good start. Name's Claire; Claire Ste. Marie. Though if you can't figure out my mutation, I don't think I can help you there." She looked expectantly around the room. It was annoying, not seeing any sign from "A"; but talking with the others would hopefully pass the time.