"Right." Emmett said slowly. "You're going to love Enjolras, I think. He's physically about 19 but he remembers his life at home up to being 26. Got here at fifteen and then got hit with memories." Because he was getting the impression there was more going on here than met the eye.
"Remind me to introduce you at some point, or he may be around later. Blond, very pretty but in this intense sort of terrifying way. French but sounds vaguely Irish now...long story. Anyone explained the Animus to you yet? That's responsible for that one. ...Anyway."
He focused back on the rest of that. "You know, there is no other job I have ever wanted or imagined wanting for very long. Rugby, and teaching but...as side gigs to this. And the kitchen's actually about the sanest room here. We had to move out rather quickly. The assassin who owned our last headquarters had to be voted out. Messy story all around. There should even be decent coffee if we're lucky. Arno used to run a cafe."