Veyda's ears perked at the mention of being the best. She had been selected for Marksmanship training after demonstrating herself as the best in her squad, no needless to say she ruffled at the claim. But she knew better than to refute the claim right this second as she had a mission to do. She walked forward towards the Cogboy looking back to see the man she pushed passed was the one who was to be in charge of the current operation. Lastly she looked on the other 'muscle' the woman who seemed a bit sickly at first glance and in bad need of some grox. She nodded to the woman motioning for her to join up with the rest of them while eyeing the gal's gun.