The bittersweet concoction of vexation and excitement was all too reminiscent of her own mysterious disappearance from the Alliance military's ranks. She drank it up easily, like a warm mug of cocoa on a chilly winter's evening, back when winter was something she experienced regularly. She nodded as he spoke, sipping from her clear glass as Cole mentally spread the pieces out on the table between them and put them together himself. "Your ascension through the ranks was too bold to be ignored. The brass noticed you. Can't say whom specifically, and I probably wouldn't even if I knew. As far as I'm aware, each Citadel species' military or military equivalent has hush-hush orders from the Council to keep an eye out for extraordinary individuals. Not all of the crew has been acquired this way, quite a few of them I picked myself, but when the governing body allowing me to execute covert operations across the galaxy hands me someone new, I have to give them a chance. You're that chance."<br/><br/>She chuckled lightly, looking at him with a mischievous gaze that belied her otherwise serious tone. "You want to blame someone, blame Shepard. The Commander has put a spotlight on all humans after what he sacrificed to save the Council from the geth attack. Sparatus must've thought another human on the crew would benefit us. Can't say I disagree."<br/><br/>Considering his questions carefully, Reese leaned forward, setting her glass to the side. Her civilian issue floor-length lavender gown hugged her at every curve, flaring out only slightly from the knees. The most impractical outfit one could wear to throw off suspicion that she was anything more than a stern woman with a purpose. Despite its limited mobility, Reese quite enjoyed the outfit. Great for hidden thigh holsters, easy to tear away if compromised. She placed her hands in her lap, shifting slightly and exposing the full curve of her hip beneath the strategic cut-outs along the dress's form.<br/><br/>"History is not restricted access as there<i>is</i>no history. Not officially. Many of the crew members did not have a lengthy and detailed file that needed to be swept under the rug like you and I did. If you want to find out anything about the team beyond their names and roles, you'll have to ask them yourself. I can, however, give you a brief run down.<br/><br/>"You will be part of our ground team as our infiltrator. You're skilled in variety of firearms, though sniper rifles will most likely be your focus, depending on the mission. Long-range biotics and a penchant for completing covert missions successfully makes you a valuable addition. You will be working with all members of the ground team closely, but especially Talyet, so ready yourself for him. Talyet is a the epitome of a drell assassin. Lightning quick, deadly accuracy, silent as a shadow when he isn't running his mouth. The hanar were exceptionally generous to part with him.<br/><br/>"Other ground team members will include Calypso, an ex-Asari Commando who's in charge of heavy artillery and Faustus Iuliun, our turian field medic. Aside from getting your head blown off, he's very sufficient at keeping people alive and an expert in alien anatomy. So please, don't get your head blown off."<br/><br/>She offered him a playful smile, brushing her hair behind her ear. "You've already encountered Suni and AIDEN, and Pol will be around shortly. Pol is our engineer, the one who keeps the Anzio looking and flying so brilliantly. Sensitive, especially for a krogan, but an astounding mind. Often butts heads with Suni about how to properly maintain the ship, but they seem to work it out. Usually.<br/><br/>"We're a small team, have to be for what we do, with various contacts throughout the galaxy to provide us with the things we need we can't get ourselves. You may never be able to return to the Alliance, but you can do things here without all the red tape and bureaucratic bullshit. We have freedom no one else has. It can be terrifying, but also incredibly exhilarating, if you're open to it."