Silk closed her eyes and turned her head skyward after Legion's response, just letting the others do the talking for a while.
Only now she stepped in.
"Okay, recon sounds good. But first: Legion, at first I thought you seemed nuts, now I just know you are. I tend to avoid working with nutjobs because they tend to get you into more trouble than they're worth... But Diego seems to have done his homework on us, so I guess he apparently thought you capable enough to function like a professional.
Let me tell you something you should try to remember at all times, though: You act and talk like a crazy person. And in your specific case of crazy, the doctors won't just put you in a small white room with soft white walls; they will cut you open to try to find out what makes you tick.
In addition to that, in the hour or so we've been together, I've seen you do three things which could've very well gotten your head blown off.
So, in the future, it's probably best for you not to, well, be yourself... or yourselves... when other people are watching. For your own safety. Okay?"
The speed and the way she was talking made it seem as if she was what she looked like, a young and probably not too intelligent blond girl who talked faster than her mind worked. The contrast with the woman she seemed to be earlier couldn't be larger.
"Aaanyhow, you all must've figured out by now what my specialties are, only Kitten seems to have forgotten. Good idea visitting he museum tomorrow, but I'll not be going as a couple... got to keep myself available for the people that work there, you see?", the look on her face was shameless.
"As for tags and stuff, wasn't there, like, a grenade of something that painted the wall with some stuff that blocked radio signals, or something? You tech people know what I'm talking about? Won't that be useful?"