A turn of her head, and the scope focused on the arriving vehicle. For a moment, she stood listening to her thoughts. There was a distant downward tug on the corner of her lips, a twitch of emotion on an otherwise neutral expression. Then, not being one to waste time being idle, she was on her way to intercept them.<br/><br/><br/><br/>There was a soft rustle, and a deliberate snap of a twig under her boot. Careful to step out from cover and walk in the clear, the approaching agent wearing the single NVG head mount lifted her hands to show open palms. While she didn't work with others, she knew that any agent didn't like being surprised and less so when it was someone in tactical gear. The rest of her approach was silent until she stood at what she deemed an acceptable range from them. Only then did she raise the scope. Issa's gaze stalked from person to person. The second her eyes fell on them, she gave a nod of her head and their name.<br/><br/>"Santiago. Johnson. Martinez. Belyakov." The only pause came for the last member and, thought only a brief second flashed by, it was enough to warrant notice. "Captain Cross." There, pleasantries and introductions. Enough of that. Her gaze stayed on their leader.<br/><br/>"I've been monitoring the situation. Tensions are high," she began, "leaving anyone worth questioning susceptible to being emotionally driven to direct questioning. That, combined with the reluctance of invested groups to keep any news of the encounters quiet," her had stayed level with him the entire time," means that approaching from any position of authority would be...unwise. Most likely ineffective and a waste of resources. The best course of action in this given situation, would be infiltration and adapting to the cover." She paused, mind echoing that those words had gone misconstrued before. "Integrating ourselves into the crew first and then working to find the best emotional angle in order to elicit valid information."<br/><br/>With a slight turn of her head, and another moment's pause, she added, "I need a ranking of your crew from most effective in assuming cover to least. While risk of exposure will be low- and while I will be looking for a means to mitigate any suspicion of our arrival- it is best not to jeopardize the mission. Competent members will be used for infiltration and those who lack the skills required will be best assigned to surveillance. I also suggest your evaluation and selection includes those who require traditional means of protection, as standard issue weapons will not be available immediately."<br/><br/>Issa fell silent and let her weight rest on her back foot as she stood expectantly before him- she meant for Cross to make the decision quickly. A person in charge of others had to know their strengths and their weaknesses, enough to assess and rank them at the very least.<br/><br/>It had only been a few moments, but already there were delicate differences- the directness, the stillness. The way she held a singular and level gaze with the leader. Chain of commands had always been important to her, able to understand and react to the structure in an often unstructured and chaotic world. They made sense, and the agent seemed comfortable with directly following them, which left Cross to take the brunt of her rather blunt handling of their first meeting.  There was just the faint unsettling nature of her gaze. It didn’t help she seemed to blink at half the rate of normal individuals. Something so small was surprisingly noticeable. Enough to add to the slowly mounting number of subtle differences about her.