<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Dg0ZyMR.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong></td><td>  Riley Saberhagen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong></td><td>  XCOM Barracks, Main Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Action:</strong></td><td>  --</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong></td><td>  All</td></tr></tbody></table><br/>As Kyra continued to talk, Riley continued to maintain the death grip on her pool cue as she rocked it back and forth. Uncertain if she was permitted to turn on the TV or mess with the bar, she'd spent the last hour or so clumsily knocking the balls on the table around. Her performance was less than inspiring. She'd managed to miss the cue ball in favor of hitting the table or the air more than a few times, and the pained wince and twitch she made every time one of the balls bounced off the table and clattered against the floor only cemented how out of place she was.<br/><br/>Prior to her attempt to play pool, she'd been walking around the edges of the room, her eyes flickering over the other soldiers as the relaxed around the place. Her gaze kept landing on the blond haired American woman. Whenever her gaze was about to be returned, Riley quickly broken off and hurried somewhere else before eventually staring at her again. After she'd finally managed to make out the name 'RAND' on her uniform, she'd stopped staring so much and had quietly listened, waiting for one of the other soldiers to address her savior by name.<br/><br/>"Now, are there any questions before I continue with your orders? If so, speak up now."<br/><br/>Riley stopped rocking her pool cue and straightened up slightly. Her comparatively small frame vibrated with a nervous energy as she shook her head. "No Ma'am."