Oh wow, she blushed. Prism watches as she carefully takes the hyacinths and breathes them in, letting her take the moment and enjoy the memories - her own blush slightly increasing in response to Jocelyn's words alongside the smile as it grew. "No problem." is murmured as she's drawn into the hug, moving without complaint - letting her arms wrap around her teammate in return.
She's soft. Compared to Prism's own skinny ass, Jocelyn's all soft.
That's all Prism has time to notice though - not before dangerous footsteps and an iron-grip hand lands on her shoulder. Taller than her - strong - dangerous tone - Prism's wings flick out to their full 6-foot length directly behind her, aiming to startle him off her back so she can draw out of Jocelyn's arms and whirl around, reaching for the steel box at the back of her -
Ah, fuck. Hawk's Eye is on the shelf.
Then Prism pauses, finally processing the words the boy said. Sister?Taking a confusing moment to look from the newcomer, back to Jocelyn, and to the newcomer again. "Okay, so there's two Antiquas, that's good to know. Um, hi! I'm glad to inform you you can chill the fuck out dude, I'm teammate - Prism, Prism Skylark. Before you ask, the flowers are a thank you - she really helped out my ass during Team Casanova's initiation, and they seemed appropriate given the name of her rifle. So... hi! Nice to meet you, Jocelyn's brother. He is uh, related to you, right?" A slightly-worried glance is sent in Jocelyn's direction, looking for confirmation.