The tall woman stood and walked around the desk, offering her hand to shake.  "Yes, I'm Colonel Vinlander.  You're Doctor Mordin, hmmm?"  After the handshake (strong, but not one of those dominance "I could crush you!" kind of handshakes), she'd offer her hand out for the data wafer that had been mentioned.  "Could I look at your data?"<br/><br/>Assuming she got it, the Colonel circled back around behind the desk and plugged it in the tablet.  "So, I think we're lucky that someone of your experience was between jobs."  She began to scan the data on it, nodding and then using her finger to note items on the files.<br/><br/>"You do have a background that would fit well with our contracted mission.  I can't tell you much about it, other than we've been hired by a third party to conduct data gathering... ahem... (she cleared her throat a bit, almost theatrically) against a foreign government.  Not necessarily a high-threat mission, but it does call for some clandestine ops and some discretion.  You'd hire on as the groundside Doc, with a rank of Captain, but your command responsibilities would be limited to medical and science tasks, though you would get the respect associated with your rank from the other officers, crew, and troops.  Hmmm.  You'd have two orderlies working with you, and the platoon medics would be under your indirect authority.  There's also a shipside Doc, and you and he would work together when we are in space."<br/><br/>The woman slipped her chair back a bit and crossed her legs.  "So, questions?  Limited by what I am allowed to answer based on your status, of course."