Rogue looks over at Roy. "Thanks. Rogue. And you are?" She refrains from saying, 'What the fuck are those gloves?' and instead waits for someone to give her some orders.
"Roy Mustang. I think I helped you break into someone's room a while back. Maybe it was someone else?" He finishes drawing the array on one hand and has moved onto the other, drawing the same design.
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((OOC: I'm totally lost. Are we hiding now or fighting now?))
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[[OOC: I think we're organizing to fight. I think.]]