Delilah would draw her legs up.   As she would shift to sit in the style of her people.  By squatting on her heels, in the chair.   Her gaze would shift and linger each of the other team members that came into the room.   Then going to look at the captain Moorhouse.<br/><br/>As he would give the old reliable squad introduction greeting.    Nothing like the standard rote, to put one at ease.   To make one feel right at home.    It would bring a smile to her face.<br/><br/>Her gaze is then directed towards the smaller redheaded woman.   As she is dexterously manipulating something in her fingers.  She would note, that it is done with apparent effortless ease.     As well with the thought.  Finally one she could trust with her back.   As she would not let the smaller stature of the woman belie the evident wealth of skill she has.<br/><br/>With that thought, she would turn back to the c.o.   and await for him to speak again.  If he has a mission already for them.  Or were they still awaiting one to come down from the company's central office.