<em>Wanting a presence in the system that's not a trio of beat-to-hell Cobalt frigates? I'm sure as hell no matter what happens there'll be injuries. When isn't there?</em>Cassie thought to herself; a little unsure of how good the man in front of her actually was - she had heard stories, but wasn't sure if she actually believed them; nobody she had ruled under cared too much about injuries - and always expected her to clean up the mess; no matter how big or bloody the mess was, and had even started thinking of herself more as insurance than as a medic.<br/><br/>Even with her withstanding reservations, she listened to Kol; and had no immediate queries about the mission; if she had any, she would be sure to raise them. Saluting when Kol left, having done it so many times she didn't realise it had been done until her hand was on the descent. Cassie relaxed a little more now that Kol was not in the room.<em>Why do I always feel so damn tense around my superiors?</em>she questioned in her mind; before hearing the broadcast starting up. A smile catching her lips as she heard the words 'force' 'hostile' and 'engage'; and immediately assuming that she was right on the money about Kol.<br/><br/>"God I hate these clothes" she said quietly to herself, shaking her head in dismissal. "I hope he doesn't expect us to stay in these suits for long" this time her voice a little louder - talking to anyone who may have been listening, not appreciating just how short the skirts were as much as the male crew members might have been.