Yousef turned his head to look at her, his gaze meeting hers for an instant... Concern? Worry? Did he see it right? He considered telling her right then and there... but decided against it, rationalizing that she would be embarrassed in front of the others.  He didn't care, but he cared about her and didn't want her to lose face as the Boss in front of the men.  He knew how hard she had worked at getting her position and even harder to maintain it.  Trionfo, even in the modern era was still very male oriented.  He suppressed a giggle at the last time one of the execs had made a comment about her being a 'female' leader and how a man could have done better.  She didn't have to take the guy down, Tank had been there before she could blink.  It wasn't that she couldn't, it was that he had calmly explained to the poor sap that she didn't have to back up her own talk, her team did it for her as her own words where not needed in that regard.  'Major Vanni is the best you've got and the only one man enough to keep Tank inline! Can you do it, can any of these 'men' do it?" and he had let the words fall upon the ground like the dead weights the execs were. 'You worry about politics, the Major will worry about enforcing them.'<br/><br/>He smiled at her, a genuine smile and without the others seeing he mouthed the word, 'Later.' Then aloud he spoke. "What, you never see Yousef birthday suit? You missing out," he quipped, his goofy grin quickly overtaking his smile.  He grabbed the carton of Orange Chicken and a set of sticks, moving back to his seat... with the still broken tray.  Sitting down he used his hand to hold the carton as he wolfed the food down, as if Gerad might try to eat it out of his own hand before Yousef could.  It was an old habit he found hard to break, scarfing his food in a matter of seconds.  Too many times in combat did he find himself eating this way and had to actually sit back and think about eating slowly.<br/><br/>"So, we walk into ambush, Tank take all the hits while you three eliminate threats and we happily follow Yellow Brick Road back outside with any intel.  Got it, but I don't think Yousef make good Dorothy.  Let us make new guy wear red shoes."