Jacques rubbed his face. Eyes darting around the room for the coffee maker, upon spying it he began to he head straight for it, brushing past anybody and everybody on his way to the dark roasted nectar of the gods. Upon arrival he immediately poured himself a cup of coffee and tossed in one sugar and a splash of creamer. "Mmm we do enjoy a nice fresh coffee." He grabbed a few cookies and turned back around to view the other recruits. Hmmm so we've got little miss anti-social on the couch, who i can only presume is the spearhead of this little group pouring herself some tea, and a guy shooting some pool, he's not bad, definitly could use him to hustle at some of the pool halls back home. He downed the rest of his coffee and began to make his way to Helena Never hurts to curry favour with the superiors "Pleasure to meet you Miss?" Jacques extended his hand out to her.