Rough Recruitment. ((Jack, Pm if Hive))

Gilda couldn't believe she had been drafted into this grunt work. She had to recruit some girl covered in tattoos. The thanagarian had only voted yes because she was hoping someone would be a more competent ally than the ones she already had. If Gilda had known that she would be the one picking the girl up...well...she wouldn't have voted for anyone in the first place. She didn't have time for this. She had joined thinking she would have more chances to get Nth metal artifacts. More chances to become more powerful...instead she was stuck with this.

As she landed she looked around at the bums around. She was pretty sure this was where the girl would be. with Tattoos like that she definitely wasn't getting a job any time soon. That meant she wasn't getting a house, that meant she was here...probably. There were other place to be, but this was definitely the most likely and safe spot, especially for a meta.

"Alright, Jack? Get out here before I leave if you're interested in money and a house and a team."

Gilda wouldn't have bothered looking there, but Jack wasn't in any of the alleyways or with the bums. They knew better than to even look in her general direction. Instead she was in the drivers seat of a Mercedes she'd stolen, easy stuff when you can lift the car with your mind and run like hell. Shed been sleeping for the most part, but then Gilda called her name, jarring her awake.

Jack turned on the headlights to get her attention and then got out of her new car. Now she could see Gilda clearly for the first time and she was...definitely an odd creature. "That depends on who wants me and what I'm doing." She said, clearly suspicious of Gilda. She couldn't deny she could really use a home...and some money...but a team she'd been without this long, why change it?

There she was, bout time. Gilda didn't have all day to wait for this girl. Thankfully by just looking at her Gilda could tell this was who she was looking for. The girl was just liked the picture showed, marked up full of tattoos. She looked like a painting. "Dang, you real are all drawn up." Gilda said with surprise in her eyes.

"So here's the deal. I've got a team in a base. We steal stuff and get money for it. Lots of money." she said with a smile. That last line really put things in perspective after all, "Only catch is ya gotta show up and do lame jobs like pick up new recruits."  Gilda's smile turned into a scowl.

"You say yes and you get a free flight there, so whats your answer?"

Jack grunted when Gilda mentioned all her tattoos. "They weren't a personal decision." She muttered in response. Gilda went on to mention lots of money, a home, and a really stupid team. Teams were stupid but cash was damn good. "Alright but I'm not baby sitting. Where's my flight?"

Not a personal decision? That sounded interesting, maybe she would ask about it later, or see if it was in her personal records with some, maybe forced, help from Pix. It could be team bonding. It would be fun...for her at least.

Gilda smiled when Jack asked about the flight, the look on her face might almost make the mission worth it. Gilda spread her wings wide and held out and arm. "Climb aboard." she said with a sly, smug grin.

Jack didn't look at all happy about being carried. She grunted and stepped forward into Gilda's reach and looked around. "If you start hotdogging or something, I will rip those wings out of your back with my brain, mkay?"