(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/49/Dexie_Toshman.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Dexie Toshman<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Briefing room<br/><strong>Addressing:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Dexie heard the call over the intercom to join the rest of the group in the briefing room and was relieved she could finally get back into the thick of it. She walked the several corridors and climbed a few ladders to arrive on the appropriate deck. When she arrived at the briefing room, she noticed that a couple of people were already inside. She made a salute to Captain Barberis<strong>“Ma’am”</strong>then merely nodded in acknowledgement to the two others already present, a woman in a Russian uniform and a man who had already taken a seat and looked mightily pleased with himself.<strong>“Good morning. Lieutenant Toshman, nice to make your acquaintance.” </strong>She took a seat of her own opposite the man and rolled her neck around a little more to chase the last tiredness from her mind before the briefing started in earnest.<br/><br/>She was nervous, which often times coincided with a soreness in the place where she had once taken a bullet to the leg. Her nervous tick was to rub the spot through her trousers, which was what she was doing now. She was rather curious as to the nature of the mission but wasn’t going to ask any questions of the captain prior to her having given her briefing, and that wouldn’t happen when the rest of the unit arrived. She wondered how many more of them there would be, and what background they would have. With their destination now known – Luna – she was trying to figure out what her role would be. An operative like her was more valuable where there was a large civilian population around in which she could disappear. There was no point in breaking her mind over it, as she was about to be given all the information she need, and probably more than she had use for.<br/>