(Just curious, are we missing someone?)

Frost remained completely still as he sat on the metal chair and awaited for the rest of the other agents to make their way into the room. While he had sat in the chair, if anyone were to had looked at him it would've looked almost as though he were nothing more then a statue that was been in the room the entire time. His chest hadn't budged an inch, almost as though he weren't breathing in or out any air. This was due to the exo-suit he wore over his body, it was specially designed so that it would keep the inside of the suit at an intensely low temperature where Frost could feel comfortable. Living in the frozen room for what felt like his whole life, cold air had no longer meant anything to him the only difference now was if they had went straight into molten lava would he truly feel even a small difference to his body.

All the while he continued to sit there, Frost had kept his senses at their most peeked to make sure he knew where each of the other agents were standing if not sitting within the room. It had seemed the only person to actually speak up the entire time was a female that had said that it was time to kill something and as well as considering the rest of the team was a bunch of 'freaks'. Even listening to the name calling, Frost refused to budge a muscle let alone say a single word in return.

(If Triquetra wont do it. Uhhh, would it be okay if I did the briefing for the agents? ooorr do we wait for her to do it?)