Crane stands. [i]Cut the salutes, Agent. This is a classy outfit. [/i] He tosses the rookie a beer and motions him to the corner, where two Agents nurse their own drinks. The first is a man so large he takes up an entire section of the table. Sitting next to him is a rail-thin woman with strikingly pale hair and green eyes, who idly flips a knife from hand to hand. Crane gestures for Frost to sit. [i]Agents Brick and Dust. Our fifth member will show up... eventually. She's new, and has a habit of sneaking off.[/i]