Eight was glad. The last time she met Three they were fighting each other to get to the surface. They never really had a chance to get to know more about each other before she was taken away to the train. She was glad that Three was just as fresh as she hoped.

"Rainbow ink would be totally fresh, but I don't like the look of these guys." She smirked. "With just a slosher and an inkbrush? Hardly seems fair does it?" The glint in her eyes imply its not fair for the enemies, and not necessarily for them.