<em>Right into the nitty-gritty...</em>Ashleigh thought to herself, waving at both Hackett and Derrick as soon as they introduced themselves. For military folk, they were all rather decent looking. Not that she was trying to be offensive, but more often than not, when one thinks about a soldier, she thinks about guys with scars and very little in the realm of humour. Here, you have people who are armed to the teeth, retain the knowledge of being able to kill you in a thousand different ways, and are clever and attractive.<br/><br/>"Likewise," the young adult replied sweetly to the officer, more for the sake of being nice than cute. Trying to be as subtle as can be, Ashleigh gave the woman a quick elevator look, taking in her form. Fit was the word she came up with.<br/><br/>Turning her glance to the other speaker, Ashleigh wasn't quite as impressed as she was with the other woman. Not that he wasn't in the least attractive, but his choice of words, and the way he said them, wasn't the most... appealing of things. Smart mouths are fine in her book, but smart mouths who flirt and KNOW that they're stunning specimens of human beings, it just screams 'I'm a jerk!'<br/><br/>"Weapons training? Not really..." Ashleigh said, looking at her hands as if it held the answer. "I just got a manual about some military issue pistol in a folder. I didn't read too much into it since, well... I think it's frowned upon to pull out a book like that on a plane, yeah?" She shrugged again, not entirely concerned with her lack of familiarity with weapons. "I'm sure you guys will be fine without me trying to put holes in some... monsters."<br/><br/>The word was a little disturbing to use for Ashleigh. They were once humans, but calling them humans would be far from the truth, now. Calling them zombies would be just as peculiar, as they WERE humans not too long ago. Well, anywhere from now to six years, anyway. Only now realizing that it was probably a bit awkward to be standing by the door, the more casually dressed of all of these soldiers stepped over to the closest table, and consequently the closest chair to take a seat.<br/><br/>"Whatever, doesn't matter. Nice to meet you both. Or, well, all of you," Ashleigh smiled a bit deeper when she caught sight of the third military man. She was feeling a bit dumb having not seen him before.