Arizona was in the mess hall again. She found that she spent most of her time in there, wanting someone to possibly hang out with her, as this was considered the social spot.

Arizona looked down at her apple, wondering if she should go attack the punching bag to let off the steam that she always seemed to have. She jumped, surprised, when Alaska sat down across from her.

"Hi." Alaska greeted, bobbing his helmet. Arizona took off her helmet as a sign of respect. She had shoulder length light brown hair, with darker and lighter natural highlights. Her eyes were the most beautiful hazel Alaska had ever seen. He stared, only snapping into reality when she gave him a cold glare.

"You gonna stare at me all day or are we gonna speak?" Ari growled. She quite liked that he found her beautiful, but that was her approach to anything, honestly. Alaska blinked, taking off his helmet. It was Ari's turn to stare. He had spiky blonde hair, with shining, sky blue eyes, that matched his armour. Ari looked away, acting like nothing happened, when he cleared his throat.

"So, um, as you know, I'm Alaska." He paused, and Ari knew he was waiting for her to introduce herself. She smirked slightly, looking around the hall. He was so ridiculous, watching her like he thinks she's gonna give her name without prompting. Alaska sighed.

"And you are...?" He asked, almost cut off by her curt response.

"Arizona." She didn't know him all that well, so she didn't tell him to call her by her nickname, Ari. He nodded.

"Ah. Your... fiery temper makes Arizona a good state for you." He said, not realizing he said something to piss her off, as she gets pissed off extraordinarily easy. She got up, grabbed him by the chestplate, then slammed her knee into his balls. She dropped him, and he writhed around in the ground, groaning.

All of the other male Agents looked at him, wincing. Most of them had felt Ari's kick before. They felt bad for the rookie, he didn't know not to piss her off. Arizona snatched up her helmet and snarled at him, stomping away. A pitch black A.I popped up near Alaska, chuckling in a very dark and deep voice.

"Hah."

Alaska sat up, wincing again. He groaned once more, before a red A.I popped up.

"Jesus! Alaska, you find that attractive?!" The A.I whisper-yelled, her voice female. She stomped her foot, huffing.

The black A.I snorted, shaking his head. "I see a potential relationship coming on!"

The red A.I squealed. "Oo! Yess! We have to help! I'm Casey!" She popped up by Deceit, a little too close for the dark A.I's comfort.

"Deceit." He introduced himself. He crossed his arms. "Echo, get your sorry ass over here, and meet this A.I!" Deceit snarled, jerking his head up.

A blue and green A.I popped up, Casey figured this must be Echo. "Huh?"

Casey snorted slightly, and Echo looked at her. "Oh- hi!" He started, cut short by Deceit.

"Now, how are we gonna get those two together?" He demanded.

"I dunno, maybe... just force them towards each other? Our experience in Arizona's head has taught us that she won't admit her feelings until he does. That's your job, to get him to." Echo says, sounding brisk. Casey nodded slowly, already deep in thought. Deceit grinned, he already liked her.

"Basically, let's leave it to Casey. She just needs to get Alaska. Let's give it some time, they barely know each other! We should get to know each other more, I think it's smart." Echo suggested lightly, sitting down. He crossed his legs, looking quite like a child.

Deceit sank to the floor more slowly, crossing his arms. Casey dropped gracefully onto the floor beside Deceit, and he shifted, brushing himself off, suddenly self-conscious. Echo gave him an amused glance.

Meanwhile, Alaska walked to Arizona's room, sighing. He knocked, sighing again when there was no response. She either didn't want to talk to him, or was somewhere else. He really hoped it was the latter. She seemed like an interesting person. He walked to the training room, relieved when he saw her beating the shit out of a punching bag. He entered silently, leaning against the wall, admiring the way her body moved. He was still gazing at her when she looked over, giving him either a pissed or amused glance. He couldn't tell. Either way, he moved his legs together slightly. He wasn't willing to risk getting kicked in the balls again, thank you very much.

She walked over, yawning, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"Hey." Ari greeted, nodding. Alaska was about to respond when she interrupted. "Wanna spar?"

Alaska hesitated. She was probably more than capable of kicking his ass all the way to Mars. He sighed, then realized it would make her happy. He knew this by the way she bounced on her feet, her face bright. He nodded, getting ready for his imminent death. If not, a whole load of bruises.