Isabel listened as Sam came out and expressed the real concern for that odd glare that he had given the two of them just a few moments ago, but she dared not say a word about it. It seemed that the two of them really were worlds apart, as she simply couldn't comprehend how he could be worried about something that seemed so pointless to her. Sure, she was a very lovely young woman, but that was never really something that she dwelled on or worried about. She could have been the ugliest hag in the world for all she cared, since that wouldn't impact her ability to fight or perform her mission in any way. As such, she simply kept her mouth shut and allowed her CO to handle it, though she still didn't really 'get it' exactly. In the end, she ended up listening to William's orders and acknowledging them with a small nod before she retired for the remainder of the evening, until it was time for the group to head out on William's special assignment that he had in mind.<br/><br/>Federation deployment instruction pamphlets required that every member of the federation forces bring along a single pair of regular civilian clothes, in the event that they had to leave post for whatever reason so that they would not give away their affiliation. Isabel had always wondered why carry around such pointless clothing when she was going to be doing nothing but fighting, but that preparation turned out to pay off when she had to meet up with the rest of the group wearing a black collared polo shirt (short sleeved, since she knew that the desert would be sorta hot), and a pair of decent looking kahki pants. She took note of the fact that most women in the federation seemed to pack some sort of long skirt or something, but Isabel found them uncomfortable, she much preferred regular pants. Unlike William, she had no mental argument about rather or not she would tuck the shirt in, as she felt that it simply gave a more professional appearance, though she had a flat stomach, so she didn't have to contend with the same issues that he did. Oddly enough, while she didn't have any sort of makeup on, her hair did look deliberately brushed and straightened. That could be attributed towards one of her few tent-mates refusing to let her leave without being at least a little bit fixed up for the occasion.<br/><br/>She made her way to the designated area and took a seat on the bench next to the one that William sat on, making it just in time to hear Baxter's question about rather or not the 4th member of their team would be coming. She kept quiet though, seeing no need to butt into the conversation when she had nothing to contribute.<br/><br/>........................................................<br/><br/>Jillian grinned excitedly and was quick to get to the door when she heard that chime, since she knew that there was only one person that it could really be. She was already dressed in a bright red tee shirt and a pair of bluejeans, her long red hair being tied up into a ponytail. She never had much of a taste for dress clothes, honestly, she felt that if a group of well dressed and perfectly maintained group of people suddenly just rolled into town in a small group, that would cause some eyebrows to wear. Besides, it wasn't like there was some sort of rank structure at 'no town' demanding that she look professional at all times. The idea that they were supposed to be hiding the fact that they were soldiers, after all.<br/>"What's up, Julia? You ready to head out?"<br/><br/>They would need to go and pick up Catrina, obviously, since that overly melodramatic super-pilot needed to let off some steam and put back a cold one or two. That would be their next stop once they left Jillian's quarters, and it wasn't that far of a walk since the two of them were recently put in the same unit.