Long hands, surgeon... she could do plenty of surgery herself, just wasn't her only specialty.  Yeah, she was synched, and yes, she was stowed...<br/><br/>"Sure, later." she said, her words terse right now but trying not to seem rude "And yeah, stowed and synched, thanks though."<br/><br/>And then the Colonel with the meet-n-greet, usual bits of annoying humor... Dr. Mordin was not so fond of this sort of stuff; she'd long gotten bored of formalities and the like.  Formalities disappeared in the process of doing a good job... flight plan a couple days, working out the kinks in things, then comes the fun part: neutral ground was getting massive narcotics shipments.  That was... odd... and from Arden?  Really?  Nice powerpoint but... well, why were they - a mercenary company - being hired to do what Imperial Law Enforcement would be best for?<br/><br/>Oh, right, Neutral Ground... they were policing outside the borders, plausible deniability... plausible deniability was a pretentious cunt with an extra topping of sadistic bitch though, at least through her own experience.  Least they don't 'expect' hotzones, but it's the ones that you don't expect that are most dangerous...<br/><br/>"Agreed; if this were within borders we'd be on our way elsewhere." she muttered, softly, to doc Helopolis "Get to piss off another neutral federation in place of the Marines... kind of makes me want my Battle Dress back... gotta wonder, how much drugs is it that we're sent in?  Or is there something special about it that - not saying you're incompetent or nothin' - requires my level of skill and experience?"