Missy waited in case he thought of anything else.

Rosen seemed to have gone back to relaxing.

Missy let him be for awhile before asking another question, "How many more are there?"

"What do you do?" Rosen asked after a moment, shifting a little to message a little area of his back.

"Stuff," Missy replied. And then after a moment she continued, "It goes over most people's heads, so I don't usually bother to explain. And technically the fewer the people who know what I do, the better I am at my job."

Rosen didn't reply for awhile, "None of us know how many there are." he stated, answering her previous question, "Currently there's seven on our side."

Missy nodded. "Do you all have your own... roles, per say?"

Rosen shrugged, "I think our creator liked trying new things."

"Huh," Missy mused. Then she became quiet, waiting for Rosen to ask a question.

Rosen didn't.

So Missy kept going, "How did the seven of you find each other?"

"We kind of stand out." Rosen replied without opening his eyes.

"... Oh, the hair," Missy mused. "I guess that would help. Do you all get along?"

Rosen chuckled. That would be a no.

Missy chuckled a little too. "It's funny how a common goal brings together the oddest of people," she noted.

"I hope Nic explained to you what a dangerous situation this is." Rosen added.