[Wait! I got it! I know what our name should be!,] the wooden one exclaimed with enough glee in her voice that the marble one and the copper one couldn't help but recoil with just the tiniest bit of shock.
[You do?]
[Seriously?]
[Yes! Follow my lead!]
...
[Oi! Have you guys figured out what your name is yet or what?,] the clawed Paleo Punk complained.
[Give us a second!]
[Ay caramba...]
The trio of feminine zakos didn't actually take that long to finish their discussion, the Paleo Punks were just impatient because they thought they'd immediately get to fighting when they showed up.
Once the feminine zakos finished their discussion, they proceeded to group up in a line as if they were preparing to pose.
Correction, they were preparing to pose.
Possibly inspired by the sheer coordination and camaraderie(?), the feminine zako trio decided that they needed to do a group thing too.
