Trina rises slowly. Her clothing an excercise in dressing depressivly in black and hangs loosely over her scarecrow frame. Her face is almost invisible behind her low-hanging bangs. You note that, unlike most girls in our generation, she's managed to cover up every single swath of skin except for her face... and that's covered by her brittle black hair.
She accepts the bracelet without comment and looks it over. ...yet another toy designed to protect me from myself... when are they gonna learn that it's too late for me? She frowns and sticks the bracelet into a pocket.
After waiting for everyone to exit the room, she slouches her way to the elevator, a pensive expression on her face... if you could see it. Maybe they'll let me fry some bad guys before my time is up. I owe mom that much I guess...
She looked over her companions... that kid, Sam, looked about as skrewed up as she was. From his electrical display, she assumed he was another energy projector, like her. Hopefully he didn't experience the same "containment" issues that she did.
The other girl, Alisson, had a posture that spoke of worry... performance anxiety? Trina felt for her... she remembered her first testing session... it'd been a disaster. Her trainers knew that her powers were heat based, and had taken the appropriate precautions... but her powers had burned right through them, almost killing one of them... she could undam the flood of energy within her at will... it wanted to be released. Containing it was the hard part... but controlling it seemed to be another thing entirely. Something that she wasn't entirely convinced she'd be able to do in the time she had left.
The other boy, the one that called himself Sandlot, was kind of cute. But he was older than she and she knew from many many experiences, that he'd shoot her down if she showed any interest. Besides, she reminded herself, she was here to work; Not to make friends. They had a job to do after all.