Six leaned forward from the other side of John, she arched a brow, then smiles, she let go of John hand, only to step infront of him and extended her hand to Nine. "I'm Six and you must be Nine," she replied in a friendly tone, granted she was sad about Sam, but more numbers, better chance for winning this war they never asked for.
Turning slightly, "That's Marina who is seven, Ella who is ten, and Crayton, Ella's CĂȘpan." She turned to John, she couldn't help, she was smiling brightly. All they really needed was Five and Eight, they had fighting chance, minus Sam missing, this was one of the best days of her life.