The raised hand caught at the corner of her vision, and she turned to look at the man as he spoke. Then, she looked down at the ground. She couldn't fathom exactly why the other agent wanted some piece of seemingly innocuous dirt. Perhaps for some sort of arcane ritual? Whatever the reason, she took a step back from it to give him free reign before her attention was locked back on Cross again.<br/><br/>The more she listened, the stiffer the agent looked. They were aware they were coming? She hadn't received any sort of indication that they would be integrated instantly, nor that they'd be received let alone expected by those involved. Was that standard? Did working with another team mean that only portions of information were passed between the two groups. It could be, she thought, a sound way of managing information but seemed wholly unnecessary. Distributing out critical information like pieces of a puzzle made it neater and easier to manage, but what happened when one got lost?<br/><br/>The thought was interrupted by another comment from the ground man. Her brow twitched, though at least this point seemed a little more sound.<br/><br/>"You are correct. Brightly colored attire such as that would, in the event of the loss of your primary uniform, be easily spotted," Issa agreed. "In the event you would need to evade anyone, it would be-" she looked towards Kate, "a detriment to finding and successfully blending with cover. Though I suppose it would allow you to also be easily located once you make it to an extraction point. Or if your body needed to be located."<br/><br/>While still debating exactly if it would prove to have any tactical advantage, she looked to Cross with a bit of distance in her stare and gave a curt, "Yes. If you would. Please."<br/><br/>The please was more or less tacked onto the end as a formality. Please made requests friendly after all, didn't it?<br/><br/>There was a slight debate of emotion on her face before she stepped a little to the side and gave Cross a nod of her head to start him forward. A more formal gesture for her than words, which were always secondary to actions as far as Issa was concerned. She didn't like going in on unfamiliar grounds, which brought her back to a question that was a vastly higher priority than the correct shade of underclothes (though something in Issa agreed that standard issue was always best and completely removed such trial questions).