<div align="center"><strong>Insert for Nichole 'Hi-Speed' Olson Access</strong></div><br/><br/>Resigning herself to wrinkled graphic tees, she sat back in the chair, thanking Rafael for the water even though she could've gotten it herself while musing in response to his question, before genuinely surprising herself in actually having a suggestion of where to go. "Actually there is this great place off Buena Vista Drive. O'... something or other. I actually arrived early enough to order off the dinner menu once. Great fish and chips... but they served it off a plate instead of like... old, soiled newspaper like they apparently do in England or whatever. Tasted fine without ink on it though. I thought so anyways," she said, before taking a long sip of water and turning to the big Russian, only partially hearing his response.<br/><br/>"Yeah I'm not a fan of chickens either. Turkey is better of course, but you know what they say, birds of a feather flock together," she responded, having misheard the word 'Chechens' completely but somehow, through sheer coincidence, making up a response that would've made perfect sense to the Russian by stating the Turkish people were only slightly better then Chechens/chickens.<br/><br/>She took another shot of water before audibly exhaling. "Ah... that's really... thirst quenching," she muttered under breath before wondering if they were supposed to talk amongst themselves or something. She put her half full cup of water on the edge of the table and then glanced around the room, wondering what sort of mission would require the three of them operating as a team. "You know, I've never been to Turkey," she then said, her mind already going idle from just sitting there as she started bouncing off the back of the chair, her mind wandering off to other tangents all in her head. "I'd like to see Constantinople and stuff. All of that Byzantine architecture. And history. And sample the local cuisine. Maybe shoot some people... I don't know."