"What you say is nonsense. The weapons we have," Heather pointed to her's, the man's, and the Asian girl's weapons of choice. "are more than mere objects. They are made up of something that makes them different from other objects of similar make. 'Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight.'" Before anything more could be said the woman at the counter gave a quick briefing. Heather blinked in disbelief. Not only did she have to team up but she had to do a mission she had no interest in. She hadn't even really looked over who Zabaco was or what he did.
After the woman was done with her speech Heather quickly approached the counter and gave a smile that disappeared as quickly as it came.
"Hello...Marrin. I'm here to go on ahead and see which team I'm in if they are decided already. That way I can try and see how...compatible our skills are." Heather felt like she was out of her own skin and watching from somewhere else. This wasn't her. She didn't work with others, much less see if they were "compatible." But right now she had to focus on what was ahead. Get this mission over with so the girl could look towards the missions that mattered. She only hoped she wouldn't be getting amateur hunters. If she had to babysit while hunt, Heather was going to lose it.