“Alright you maggots, listen closely!”
Everyone turned to the woman who had stepped into the spot where SAYA and the dead man had been in moments earlier. Devon recalled that the AI had referred to her as “Athena.” Seeing as how she referred to him as “Augustus” it was safe to assume that “Athena” was her codename.
“We need to gather our wits and try and piece together what we know. If we work together, we can avoid any bloodshed.”
“Oh please,” One of the men from the large group stood up. His codename was “Arkham” from what he remembered, “Look at the rules, lady. The only people getting out of here are those eager to get their hands bloody.”
“He has a point,” He heard Sean mutter.
“No,” The woman refuted, “I'm certain that all of us can make it out! But we need to cooperate.”
As she droned on, Devon whispered to Sean, “That lady's fuckin' scary. But she's got a nice rack.”
“Hey, keep your eyes above her shoulders.”
He jumped in his skin when he suddenly heard another voice behind him.
“G-Goddanit Dwight. Don't sneak up on me like that.”
“Sorry, I just heard you talking about my fiancee.”
“So are you saying,” Sean started, “That you're that angry melon chest's beau.”
“Yeah.” Dwight looked at the two, puzzled, “Does it surprise you?”
“Well,” Sean tried his best to not look too guilty, “You're not the most handsome looking guy here, but you're not bad.”
“Oh, c'mon Sean. Give 'im more credit than that.” Devon quickly moved behind Dwight and put his hands around the man;s waist,
“Hey, hey!”
And had his shirt promptly lifted up. Sean couldn't help but stare at the man's body.
“He looks like a cute guy, but he's built like a horse.”
“Yeah, no kidding. I wonder if he's hung like a—”
“Ok, that's it!”
Dwight pushed Devon away and glared at the two youth, his face a bright red,
“No one's finding out about what I'm packing except my sugarplum.”
“Must you really use that name in front of these kids?”
“Ah, dear!”
Dwight let out a nervous laugh as his fiancee joined into the conversation.
“You seem to be hitting it off quite well with these two boys...”
When she locked eyes with Devon, the color in the woman's face seemed to drain for a moment.
“Umm, you alright lady?”
“... … ...”
She took a deep breath before regaining her composure.
“I'm sorry about that. My name is Arianne Aiken. It's a pleasure to meet you both.”
Compared to how she talked a moment ago to everyone, her voice was now far more gentler. It was almost welcoming.
“Umm, hi. I'm  Devon Worth. Though my friends call me Dev.”
“Sean Kennedy. Pleasure to meet you.”
The woman gave a curt bow, “So, what was it you were talking about?”
“They wanted to know my 'measurements'” Dwight said, “But I kept it in my pants.”
“Good to hear, dear.”
Aside, Arianne pointed down then put her palms a certain distance apart. Once they realized what she had meant with the motion, Devon choked.
“Hey, you ok kid?” the man asked,
“Y-Yeah, just choked on some spit.” Devon tried to calm himself.
“Jesus,” Sean whispered, “I didn't think our guess would be right.”
“Yeah. I wonder if he does porn.”