Zeta was stoic as ever as her more lively companions asked their questions. A mission was a mission, and if the General ordered it, it would be done. However, one point had yet to be covered. "General. What is my target?" He had indicated two teams, and while she was sure he would reveal it at some point, one of her directives to becoming "more human" was to make herself known. Sitting like a statue was a method that she had been admonished for many times since her arrival with the Alliance.