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Sibilance	Sibilance sits in a room with strange geometric plates covering every surface. She was ferried here safely, but she doesn't know where 'here' is because they kept her in the dark the whole time. The snake woman had a report made about her, detailing everything Chris Redfield had encountered when he spoke to her in the field. She had restraints put on her that were so tough that she would not be able to break them, and she had a headband device set on her head that could block the low-level psychic abilities. It made her feel like a prisoner and the only thing contradicting that being the table she was chained to. It was meant to be an interview room.     Sibilance did not look human in the slightest. Her blood screening confirmed, however, that she was a Mutant, and that all of her strange snake-like mutations were a factor of the X-Gene, which makes her among the most extreme examples of a mutant on record. There's no public records that she even exists, but that isn't much of a surprise if one believes that she was born in a small town in Mexico. The name she gave when asked was 'Ainsley Garcia,' which also doesn't have a match in the system for her. She's been living underground until now. She looks like a diamondback rattlesnake, a strange coincidence considering the species is prevalent where she says she's from. What little records exist of her are scattered accounts of her 'mind controlling' people into actions that were frankly completely harmless, as well as a handful of online videos of her fighting gang members or handing out flowers or fresh produce.     Sibil sits and waits and stares at a fixed point on the wall. She was given a glass of water that she hasn't touched since she got here. She seems very tense. The only movement from her has been the slow fidgeting of her rattlesnake tail and the flicking of her forked tongue.
Melinda May	Finally, the door opens and an Agent enters carrying a tablet computer and a glass mixing bowl about half full of clear water. She 'tastes' of leather, metal, and silk though her clothing does not visibly suggest anything metallic. She sets the bowl in the center of the table easily within the snake-woman's reach, then sets in the chair across from her. "Ms. Garcia. My name is Agent May."
Sibilance	Sibil turns her head slowly to watch May enter the room. Gold eyes with slit pupils fixate on her as she walks over and sets down the mixing bowl in front of her. The snake woman reeeaches out to grab the bowl by the rim and slide it toward herself and stare into it for a few seconds, even as she replies. "Hola, Agent May," she says, her voice indicative of a Spanish accent native to Mexico. She looks away from the bowl and up to May's face, making eye contact. She smiles in mild amusement, an expression that is subtle thanks to the change in her facial musculature. "What's the bowl for?"
Melinda May	"A hunch." She did a little quick research before coming in here, and guessed that the shape of Garcia's jaw might make drinking water from a glass slightly ... untidy. What the young woman actually chooses to do with the bowl of water is up to her. She doesn't miss the faint shift in facial expresson, either. She's rather Vulcan herself. "My sources tell me you are a Mexican national, originally from the pueblo of Carcos the Risa, in Coahuila. What brought you to New York considering the current political climate?"
Sibilance	Down to brass tacks. Sibil doesn't answer immediately, and does, in fact, use the bowl the way it was guessed. Her hands lift the bowl up to her mouth and she sticks her whole snout into the bowl and gulps down the water. Gulp, gulp, gulp. Her cheeks puff up a bit each time. "I came to New York because that's where the winds took me when I tried to get as far away from my family as possible," she tells May, her tone quiet and regretful. And then she adds, "Thank you," and taps the rim of the bowl she was given. "This was kind."
Melinda May	Agent May nods to the thanks for the water as if were just a matter of course. And she does understand about wanting to flee a home life that has become intolerable. There are actually a fair number of agents in SHIELD with that exact same background. May is, oddly enough, not one of them. Setting the tablet on the table, she seems to settle back in her seat slightly. "May I ask why you chose to attract SHIELD's attention instead of some other group?"
Sibilance	Sibil has a hard time reading May, more than just the telepathic blocker on the snake's head. The stony nature of the agent sitting there prompts a lot of silent staring in-between questions, the silence in the room making Sibil's focus blur. "You aren't the first," she points out, matter-of-factly, with 'you' meaning SHIELD as a whole, "And this meeting is largely happening out of coincidence. I'll just say that out of all of my choices right now, I prefer SHIELD." She lifts the bowl of water to finish its contents, her eyes closing for this.
Melinda May	May also seems okay with letting the silences go. Maybe it's a way to unnerve Sibil, or maybe she's just using the time to study Garcia's subtle facial expressions. It's actually a little of both, with the added bonus of seeing how well the young woman deals with being in a situation with a very distinct disadvantage. So far, she seems to be keeping her calm admirably well. Of course, the given answer immediately garners another question from May. "Which other organizations are amongst your choices?" There are some groups that will not be too happy to hear that the snake-woman was recruited by SHIELD, and if any of them are on her list, May will need to make sure that certain measures are in place to protect Sibil.
Sibilance	Sibil sets down the empty bowl of water, and breathes a big sigh, which would've been through her nose if she had one. Then she picks up the glass of water she was given when she was put in her, and simply pours it into the bowl while fixating May with another look. She frowns to herself while she thinks of what to say here. "Just one," she answers, "The League of Assassins. They gave me a card so I could contact them. I could be a very effective assassin, but..." But she'd rather not be, if the way her eyes downturn and her tone trails off is an indication. She lifts the bowl of water up to her face again and finishes off the rest. Thirsty snake.
Melinda May	And that's definitely one of the nastier options that May could have thought of. Damnit. "But not if you don't want to be." Of course. "Let's say SHIELD does recruit you." Yes, May phrases this hypothetically. "What skills would you be bringing with you? And no, I'm not talking about any abilities that go with your mutation." She wants to see where Garcia is at in terms of education, combat training, tactical prowess, and similar. Though really, she's not going to expect much here. The kid is a runaway from a podunk little town in Mexico.
Sibilance	"I know all the basic schooling thanks to mi Papa, I know English and Spanish, I can probably fight anyone that isn't a master at some martial art or another even without my abilities helping me ... if I use this chair I'm sitting on, or break this bowl into something usable," Sibilance explains, listing off on her fingers, probably meaning 'I improvise in a fight,' "Had a lot of practice, people don't like mutants. Mnn... Also know a lot about growing plants. Botany, I guess. I live in an old greenhouse in Gotham, I have for a little while now, and... it was the only thing that gives me peace." "I know that I always need to learn to survive, which is why I'm here, talking to you," she tells May.
Melinda May	May nods a bit to Sibil's listing. It's more than she'd expected, honestly. "That's a good start. Are you going to want to continue residing in Gotham?" That, after all, could make getting to and from a SHIELD facility for training a bit of a hike every time. Though if the greenhouse turns out to be a necessity, something could proabably be arranged -- meaning that May would likely bend a few rules in Garcia's favor. Like... allowing a recruit to have quarters with enough windows to properly allow for plants in the living space. "Do you have any questions for me?" It would honestly be rude to not allow the woman a chance to ask a few of her own, after all.
Sibilance	"I only live in Gotham because there's was an abandoned greenhouse there, and because it's really easy to keep a greenhouse warm. I have trouble regulating my body temperature," Sibil explains, tugging at the thick coat she was brought in with. "I can live anywhere, as long as there's heating for it." She then looks down to the bowl and begins thoughtfully toying with it. She thinks about the questions she might have, giving another long stretch of silence. "Do you like working for SHIELD, Agent May?" she asks, directly, looking back up at the implacable woman's face, "Are you proud of your place in it?"
Melinda May	Thermoregulation. May should have thought of that sooner. She reaches to tap at her tablet for a moment, and while it's very gradual, the ambient temperature in the room does start to become warmer. "I would say that I do, and that I am. Any time we've worked with some of the other alphabet soup agencies, I can't help but notice how ... repressed their agents seem in comparison." Heaven knows, groups like the FBI or CIA woudl have thrown both Romanova and Barton into oubliettes before actually letting them put their skills to use for a better purpose. And that would have been tragic... and likely costly.
Sibilance	Sibil can't help but note the humor in what May just said in answer, considering how stony the agent has seemed so far. She lifts her head when she notes the temperature raise in the room, and the humor fades in her face to a faint look of awe. Her mouth even cracks open a bit. Little touches like that are noticed. She lowers her gaze again to look at May directly. "Is there an academy I would have to go to, if I wanted to become an agent?" she asks May.
Melinda May	"Technically, there is an academy, in upstate New York. But," May pauses here for a moment, "I think it would be worth the extra effort to see if your recruitment and training can't be kept here." She knows the academy upstate. They're excellent at training new agents, but not so much at accomodating those with unique skill sets. And then there's the fact that NYC isn't the warmest place, and upstate would be that much worse. "I will need to speak with my superiors about requesting the unique dispensation, but that likely won't happen until your recruitment is confirmed." Because honestly, right now it's still not a sure thing.
Sibilance	The snake woman fiddles with the bowl for a few seconds longer, and then sits back in her seat and lowers her hands into her lap. She smiles at May and dips her head decisively. "Okay. That's all I had to ask." Not much, by any standard, but a lot of the answers May gave weren't in the form of words. She may never know it, but Sibil hooked into the kind humanity that's been shown here. It wouldn't have been anything much to her but it meant everything to Sibil for someone to give a little extra thought to someone else. "I hope it works out."
Melinda May	"I hope so too." Even if only so that May can make sure that Sibil doesn't end up in the hands of the League of Assassins. She moves to stand. "I'll see to it that you're given a more comfortable room to stay in while I report back to my superiors. But I'm afraid the psionic dampener will have to stay in place. Security reasons." She leaves the room quietly, taking the tablet with her, and a few moments later a junior agent knocks and steps in to undo the restraints (but not the headband thing), and offers a refill of water from a thermos.