Wasp gave a wry smirk back to Shark, tugging her head into a nod of approval as he flashed his hand gesture. His sudden change in modality, admittedly, caught her a little off guard - it wasn’t everyday that H.E.A.R.T commented on good behaviour, which she figured was probably a focal point as to why group work felt so rewarding. Such notions were soon chased away as Smiles stumbled into her path; Wasp felt her eyes widen as the sudden advance pushed her footing a few steps back. “Uh, Howdy,” she raised an eyebrow in curiosity, attempting to peer through Smile’s tinted helmet, through his smiling facade, but to no avail as he swiveled away.<br/><br/>Wasp wasn’t surprised when Ghost delivered her talk on the importance of a team leader. As supportive as the company was to Wasp, the business had not much information on her private life, and vice versa. As curious as Wasp was about the rest of the member’s lives, she had never wanted work and personal life to integrate. The only piece of evidence that could be revealed about her life at home were depicted through her gloves, seemingly worn and well loved after many trials of re-construction. Like a gene in DNA splicing, only the cool, important bits of her student activities were injected into her business as an assassin. “I guess it’s on everyone’s minds that being in a team is a tad strange. I, for one, am not used to not being told the deets on a briefin’... Good thing I know you better as ‘cap’n’, huh,” she remarked. Impressed by Ghost’s confidence, Wasp wondered if the woman had done missions such as these in the past...<br/><br/>Soon, the fabled, mysterious fifth member spoke through the communicators. It just so happened that the female tone rung familiar to her, instantly calming Wasp’s anticipated worry of another member. “Ah, it’s Iris, hey~ Glad to hear you’re not dead yet; looking forward to saving your butt if you’d happen to fall into<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>circumstance again.” Playfully touching upon Iris and Wasp’s previous mission from the past year, she was aware of the lady’s capabilities enough to know that she were a huge asset to any campaign, albeit one easy to joke around with for not physically capable of killing, as a member of an assassin company. Watching and listening as Ghost conversed with Iris about the target’s whereabouts, she fiddled another dose into her digits. A few moments passed before the restless stirrings of inside the target’s room became apparent to the crew. “Wha-” she barely made a sound before the bubbling laughter of Ghost came to her attention. “...I wish I knew what the heck you’re on about, but for the benefit of the cap’n, I’m finding it funny anyway...” She couldn’t help but part her lips into a laugh, amused, as Ghost commented to the group. “Though, very glad you’re not just a straight-faced robot comprising of holograms, mate, ahah.”<br/><br/>When all was settled, and Ghost started to count down, Wasp’s fingers tensed. A bead of sweat slid down the side of her face. It came to her attention that this was the first time she’d participate in group combat, multiple people ‘taking down’ a singular target. “Right behind ye.” She spoke to Shark, eager to slip through the doors for an attack very much unexpected by the other party. She turned to Smiles with a nod. “Lookin’ forward to seeing what you can do, helmet head.” And with a friendly remark, off she went to fulfill her role in the mission.