She rubbed her neck where they had injected her: with what, remains unknown, she's sure it was in the "briefing" she hadn't bothered paying attention to. Lacking direct contact, she couldn't receive memories of where it had come from. Green eyes scan the "team" she was with, falling on the only other girl. She was in different attire now and had red and blue makeup smeared down the sides of her eyes, matching dye more strongly tipped her blonde hair. Regardless, she was her only female ally at this point and she was of value because of that. Calisto had a vague desire to touch her, to view her memories; she seemed like a very interesting woman. She's quick to discard these thoughts and turn to look at the tattooed man from earlier. She feels that same desire rise within her and she nearly reaches out for his tattooed neck. Nearly. She managed not to, focusing instead on the floor of the plane.

"You're late."

Then she hears Japanese. Eyes immediately move and Calisto's eyes meet a form towering over her due to her sitting position. The girl has short dark brown, possibly black, hair cut short around her neck with a white mask covering half of her face and she's dressed in something reminiscent of a samurai uniform, with two swords at her side: one katana and one wakizashi. She watches as she talks to their leader for the time being, Rick Flagg, but ignores the conversation, considering that she can't understand it. She also doesn't particularly care. She finds the form of the ever-quiet and ever-interesting tattoo man again, sitting a bit slumped over by Harley. She smiles a little, enjoying her curiosity. It's been a long time since she felt so curious about someone and it was nice...

That's when the firing started. Bullets cut through the copter and shot them down. They rolled multiple times, but everyone came out okay, courtesy of seatbelts. (Buckle up, kids!). Crawling out of the wreckage after the tattooed man she'd been distracted by, she found herself pausing at a hand in her face. It was covered in black ink...ah yes, tattoo man. Green eyes shift and meet his dark eyes, which are somehow soft while looking at her. Slowly, and a bit cautiously, she took his hand and allowed him to help her out of the wreckage. She stumbled a bit on her feet, but maintained balance.

"Thank you." She murmurs softly, dusting herself off self-consciously.

"You're welcome, chicabonita." He says, drawing back from her and starting to follow their group. She's quick to follow, falling into step beside him. Arms cross over her chest and remain there, a bit of a nervous tic, one that she's always had.

"Calisto. Not chicabonita." She corrects with a quirk of her brows.

"Diablo." He replies.

"Diablo...as in...?" She starts.

"Yes...the Devil." He finishes for her, wringing his hands. Chato hadn't spoken to women since the death of his wife, his amore, no, his love for anyone died with her. So, speaking to her, this Calisto, gave him a bit of anxiety. He wasn't a really confident man, especially in these matters. This entire situation only made things more uncomfortable.

"Well, uh Callisto was a nymph in Greek mythology who was transformed into a bear and put among the stars." She says slowly, scratching at her head, "She was a follower of Artemis and took a vow to be a virgin but was tricked by Zeus to have sex with her. She was then turned into a bear for her transgressions, after giving birth to a son, Arcas. Her and her son are supposedly the constellations Ursa Major and Minor."

Chato was silent throughout this entire story and only made a small hm noise at the end. She gave a nervous smile at the end and ruffled her hair.

"My, uh, mother liked the Greek's stories. She told them to me when I was young, especially that one since it's where she got my name."

"That's very beautiful, chicabonita." His voice is always so quiet. God, why he is always so quiet?

"I said call me Calisto." She says, striding ahead of him, watching as one of their members' heads exploded. Slipknot was his name, right?

"Shit, dude, that's what you get for runnin' away." She says as she walks by, then she spots Harley and the dark-skinned man talking off by themselves. Head cocking in curiosity, she tries to hear what they are saying, but can't. Giving a defeated sigh, she watches as they approach an abandoned street and their group begins to filter out into the surrounding areas. Then, she sees them.

Strange creatures...black skin bubbling like black tar...and then the bullets start flying. This wasn't good, this wasn't good at all. She wasn't very good in a fight. Her abilities were better for after the fight, for discovering why they were there in the first place. God damn it, why did it have to be her? Then arms close around her tightly and she can feel them instantly start crushing her chest.

Oh no, not good.

The panic instantly sets in, but isn't allowed to stay for long as a green fist smashes its head in before removing it's arms from around her. She turns and wrinkles her brows. It was the scaly being standing tall before her, covered in what appeared to be black blood. A slow, grateful nod and she reached out to shake his hand but is quick to retract it. Touching him right now would not be good for them.

"Uh, thanks, sweetheart." She says instead, brushing a hair from her face. He gives a grunt and then walks off.

She turns slowly and spots Diablo with the trouble Aussie.

"It's better this way, trust me." Diablo says, a hint of sadness in his voice as he waves his hand, a small fire appearing.

"Oh, you're the fire bloke, eh?" He asks condescendingly, removing a lighter. "Well, looky here, whoo! It's fire!"

"Hey, leave him be, eh, Aussie?" barked Calisto, turning towards Flag as some arguing started amongst the group.