Taking her seat with the rest of the others she listens to the leaders words intently, grinning to herself over the English accent , her grin quickly fades as the tone quickly and darkly changes.  At the blaring sound of the surprise gunshot Kirras ears ring loudly, like a thousand tiny pins shoved deep within her skull as the sound dampener tries to catch up with sudden sound, with a little jump her hands quickly shoot up to her ears. Rolling her eyes and thinking to herself amid the loud ringing with her elbows on the edge of the old conference table,<br/><br/><em>Well now, we couldn't have handled that in a more discreet manor I'm sure</em>. mocking her own jumpiness.<br/><br/>After missing a few words her hearing starts to return in waves of filtered sound once again as the scent of spent powder wafts about the room and the blood starts to pool around the head of the fuck up. She reviewed the facts so far as she continues to look and listen,<br/><br/><em>The new boss, a straight foreword former military type, stereotypical pushy and gruff, I wonder if she expected that to intimidate us?  And a mouthy, vindictive number two who has some history with the big boss, could be messy. And along with me the rest of the fresh meat, A freelance replacement sysop who's got some fresh shoes to fill and a renowned multi-threat weapons expert, not to mention the voluptuous secretary and the box, I've seen some serious trust issues develop from mixing new and old like this, but what the hell, there probably thinking the same thing and  I've been solo far too long now.</em><br/>