Hannah eyed the others as they came in, having to force herself not to scrutinise them with her probing augmented vision. Contrary to her previous reservations about appearing scruffy, or unkempt, she sat on her chair with her legs pulled to her chest, hugging them close to her as a barrier from behind which she could observe a distant world. Her toes hung just off the edge of the seat, and to anyone else, it seemed painfully obvious that her position was neither comfortable, nor even normal. She was seated as far towards the back as she could be, the far corner looking gloomy, and dark with the help of her presence. She made no effort to look inviting, and without any intention probably gave the opposite to that impression. Needless to say, most seemed reluctant to willingly sit near her.<br/><br/>Hannah didn't really care about the briefing. If necessary information arose, it would catch her attention, but for the most part she just looked around, an apparent expression of confusion in her face. She shook her head, trying not to question the dimensions of the room they were in.<i>It's just a box. 90 degrees in each corner, stop being obsessive. It's fine...</i>She reassured herself, but she couldn't help questioning it. The possibility of error, so much as one degree out was annoying her intensely, but she tried to ignore it, returning to study the squad members as they slowly trickled into the room. Her mind registered them as people, but she found it hard to think of them like that. They were... Objects. Things that strutted about, their actions erratic, and strange.<br/><br/>Hannah tried to swat this notion from her mind, questioning her own thoughts. Before anything further caught her attention, she affixed her gaze on the front of the room. She needed some sleep, and arguably, more importantly some food. She couldn't decide which one she wanted more at this point, but decided to drop the matter entirely. Either way, she wasn't getting any of either one.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>