Anna stood quite motionless as Derrick tried to lay the charm on. Instinctively she just broke eye contact and occupied herself with the large screens occupying the large room just below them, she never got personal on a mission whether or not a teammate was freelance or otherwise, it opened up emotional issues good or bad, which had no place when lives, and more importantly the mission, were hanging on a line. She only shifted her feet as another man entered the room, her eyes looking at him for a moment as he walked in and spoke, to which she only nodded. "<strong>Well, I'm sure the other members of the team will be happy to be informed your in the market...</strong>" Anna replied with a slight smile. "<strong>As for my specialty, that would be close quarters and I'm also functioning as the jump master for this operation, but my talents aren't exactly limited to one page.</strong>" Anna smiled inwardly, walking off towards the window but stopping and turning back to face the new man as he mentioned her, or at least it would be her, the only lady in the room.<br/><br/><em>"I'm Utem Eberel, pleased to make your acquaintance. I believe there is no need for formalisims in these conditions. And i see you lack manners too, otherwise you'd have offered the lady a drink already. That is  if she wishes for one"</em>Anna hears the new guy chime in.<br/><br/>She smiles and offers her hand. "<strong>Petty Officer Hackett, nice to meet you, and no thank you... the lady is on duty.</strong>" She spoke quietly, watching as without any real warning the two men seemed to get heated, or at least one did. Immediately Anna backed off towards the table, milling about between the table and window with her arms again behind her back. Stangely she was most comfortable like this, standing at attention had been drilled into her head since day one and as did the at ease stance, it was like a second nature to her now.<br/><br/>Her ears listened in again as Derrick mentioned the threats of survivors posing to them, and Anna had to smirk at the idea. Its true she'd thought of survivors, so wraped up in their hellish reality and warped from the real world that they would be hostile towards them, but it didn't really seem likely to her that a bunch of civilians with sticks and maybe weapons, unlikely but possible, would be able to post much of a threat to this group. She had no doubts these two were capable and hoped some more military types might show up, just hoping a little bit. At least then she'd have something in common with someone, be it only by uniform. Anna gazed out the window and grew bored, not spotting her new favorite person in the US Air Force, so she turned and leaned against the window, running her hand through her hair and flipping it away from her shoulders.<br/><br/>"<strong>No need to worry gents</strong>" Anna spoke up. "<strong>I shouldn't have to remind you that training people like me costs a lot of zeros, and suicide missions are things best left to...freelancers...much less expensive. You might know the mission but I know the Navy, cutting pennies is its art form and suicide missions cost cash.</strong>" Anna couldn't help but smile a little as she cast a knowing wink towards Derrick.