Anna bit her lip as the man proceeded past her towards the window, nodding briefly to herself as she craned her neck to look at him. "<strong>Ah, I see. So <em>you</em> are one of the crazy people tagging along with me, awesome...</strong>" Anna feigned surprise, turning around to look at the window and rolling her eyes in response. It didn't surprise her he wasn't military, still didn't mean he wasn't at some point. But now she was sure, either Marines or Rangers, hard to tell though Rangers had a more cocky attitude where as Marines were typically more rough around the edges, but combat effective which served the purpose. She crossed her arms and approached the window, looking down and trying to find the brunette when the man chirrped up.<br/><br/>Anna ignored the question, she didn't even flinch nor did she move, she just stared. Her personal rule was being violated as she spoke, she never got attached to the cargo on a mission because civilians never really knew how to take care of themselves. Her mind wandered to guessing he had a little bit of pull on the people running this, and guessed he had a half decent understanding of the op. Anna herself wasn't concerned by any of it, she didn't have the luxury or the desire to question orders. If her team needed her anywhere, the only issues she had were transportation and how long she would let her sister use her apartment and her only questions are 'when, who and where.'<br/><br/>"<strong>Thats Petty Officer Hackett if you don't mind, and yes, I've been in action against a few of them...</strong>" Anna replied distantly as she spotted the brunette at the far end of the briefing room, remembering the badly failed attempted rescue of US embassy workers in France, it hadn't gone well. She immediately shifted her gaze over towards the older men occupying the far end of the room, and squinting. They were talking amongst each other, the Admiral who had greeted her had an absolutely huge frown on his face, his eyes squinted in frustration and the other two looked similar as they conveined around a laptop. She turned around and locked eyes with the man again, thinking back quickly to his question. What, did he think because she was a woman she didn't get action? Or that maybe the Navy took a passing interest in the shit happening in former Europe? She had half a mind to scoff in response but decided not to, simply looking back down at the main area and focusing on the TV. "<strong>I assume you have? Fought them, at least.</strong>"