Her eyes widened a little, then she giggled and turned back to the figure in the doorway.

"Wow," she said, "Yer name doesn't fit ya at all."

She studied him looking for a reaction, the only thing she found was a smirk.

Boy is he intimidating. Ya wanna take it down a notch. But he is hot! Not da time ta think about dat. But look at dat face, and da outfit, those pink suspenders are so workin', Melody thought.

At the same time Blink was thinking, 'Please don't kill 'er or anythin'. Thank you God fer his rule 'gainst hittin' goils!'

Blink stammered, "Harmony, Ise'd like ya ta meet Spot, da leadah a Brooklyn."

Goodbye life as Melody, hello life as Harmony, she thought.

"It's nice ta meet ya Spot." Harmony said, holding out her hand.

Surprisingly enough, Spot didn't shake it, he just stood there with a calculating look on his face. When she was about to pull her hand back, he spit in his and shook it.

Why do they keep spittin'? It's so gross! Harmony internally shuttered.

Behind her, she could hear Blink exhale.

"What brings you'se ta dese parts, Spot?" Blink asked.

"Business," Spot simply stated.

"Well it's good ta see ya."

"Jack heah?" Spot asked.

Before Blink had a chance to answer there was a banging of the front door and the sound of a stampede heading upstairs. Believing it to be the police, Harmony squeaked and jumped on one of the dozens of the bunk beds in the room, covering herself before the door opened.

Spot and Blink, both unperturbed by the noises downstairs looked at her oddly. Well really, Blink looked at her oddly and Spot stared with his unchanged expression.
"Is dere somethin' wrong wid dat goil?" He asked Blink who just shrugged.
The door swung open revealing a herd of tired, sweaty, but good-looking boys led by a boy with a bandanna around his throat. When he glanced around the room his eyes settled on Spot. He walked towards him with a blank expression, which suddenly erupted into a smile. He spit in his hand and held it out to Spot who did the same.

Harmony, who had been watching from under the cover, grimaced. What is wid da exchange a saliva?!?

"How's it goin' wid you, Spot?" the bandanna boy asked.

"Fine, Cowboy. But before we'se talk business, you'se should knows dat Cyclops ovah der," Spot said indicating Blink who was now glaring at Spot, "brought sum goil 'n heah and she is 'n your bed. Plus, she'se outta her mind."

Harmony, realizing her cover was blown, squeaked in protest causing nearly everyone in the room to jump.

Cowboy walked over to the bed in which she was hiding and lifted the cover. "Blink, it ain't me birthday fer at least anuddah month."

Everyone, except Spot and Blink, stared at her. Noticing all the looks, she gave up any hope of escaping introductions and sat up.

"Hey everyone," she said weakly.

"Uh, hey, I'se Jack, Jack Kelly," stammered the boy who had uncovered her and been referred to as 'Cowboy'.

All the other guys in the room seemed star-struck and had not yet recovered from their shock that there was a girl in their room.

Spot, looking disgusted, well not really, he still hadn't really changed his expression, but you could tell he was disgusted. "Ain't none of you'se seen a goil befoah?"

"Course we has. It's jest, never 'n me bed."

"Sure you'se hasn't, Cowboy." Said one of the boys nudging him in the side.

"Off me back Mush. You knose I'se didn' mean it dat way."

Blink offered Harmony his hand, "Why don't you'se git out of dat bed an' meet everybody."

"Fine, as long as nobody tries ta do dat spit thing ta me, again," Harmony commented, drawing a laugh from everyone, except Spot.

Does dat guy evah change his expression?!? she wondered.

Blink took over introductions. "Dat der is Mush, Race, Skittery, Sniper, Crutchy, Boots…"

After a few names, Harmony's eyes glossed over, she could never remember all the names.

"…and you'se already knows me, Jack, and – " Blink was cut off.

"- Spot, da little puppy dog." Spot interrupted.