The tall Brazilian turned when Souxie entered, and was immediately shocked into attention by her clothes of choice, scowling a bit. She was a little crazy, but showing up like that to a business was a little insulting. But the scowl was gone with a small adjustment to his tie, and he was silent as she addressed their mission profile... to her dog. For real? He leaned back and took a deep breath as she went on to describe their mission, showing them what they might end up being against. He leaned over to Richard, and whispered," How much do you want to bet that the guys in WRI are being sent to Tahiti for a deep cover investigation on the Miss Universe event?"<br/><br/>When she was finished, he narrowed his eyes. He was usually the team leader unless the crazy Mexican was involved, in which case shit was about to hit the fan, and they needed both guy's heads working together. Point was, he was usually squad leader, but this was strange. Rafael was a much better choice for open ground and nature involving missions, being the marine mammal that he was - the thought made Tiago smile a bit - and his strength, even better than the Mexican, was urban combat. Why the hell had they called him in for this glorified safari?<br/><br/>He raised his hand," Should we be directing our questions to you, or the mutt, ma'am?" He said, the only indication that he was irritated," Anyway, We will be needing to know rough edges of the package, ma'am, by which we will be able to know if we will be needing some sort of craft, truck, or something to take it back to the LZ. If they tell us that we are gonna be collecting something that they can't even tell us if it will be lethal to carry without the proper equipment, I am sure I speak for the rest of the team..." He looked around," Well, not so sure, but I speak for myself when I say you can shove this mission up where the sun don't shine, as you Americans say,"His mind was processing the various problems involving the mission that needed solving before they headed out," Also," He leaned forward, squinting at the picture of the Rift critter. He had never run into one before, and so," We might need a better approximation, or, maybe a geologist report on how big these things are, what sort of armor, or whatever, that they have. If they have one, too, a combat vid of these critters in action would be useful as well. We might want to know if we need assault rifles, shotguns, bazookas, or maybe even an aircraft carrier to get past them."<br/><br/>He had more questions, but he leaned back. Those, plus the questions presented by the other two, would keep their exotically dressed friend, or her dog - another smile - busy enough for the moment.