Indeed, the data wafer was offered, to the Colonel herself no less, and November took a seat, legs crossed and back straight.  She kept on her smile in the silence, eyes scanning the woman, analyzing her.  Not exactly hard on the eyes, but this<em>was</em>her 'superior officer' if she got the job.<br/><br/>"Yes, as you'll see, it's been some time since my last assignment; took some time off, did some small work on the side, concierge-type work, only to those that needed it, not just those with money." she said, which wasn't<em>untrue</em>as it was what she was doing before her 'hush-hush' work came up, and wasn't something you had to write down specifically for a CV.<br/><br/>Paying attention though, the response was quite positive: 'had the background' were good words.  As for the contracted assignment: clandestine operations... almost made her grimace hearing that.  Never were those good words back in the day when Marines and PMCs were working together, particularly since the Marines - least the Ground Assault Forces - were typically not the ones with such operations.  With clandestine came the words 'you don't have the clearance to know' and similar phrases.  Least the woman had the 'humor' to cough at the 'data gathering' bit.  Still, groundside doc, not 'necessarily' high-threat, rank of Captain heading two orderlies and<em>all</em>platoon medics (indirectly but whatever), and the only downside being limited to science and medical work and having to deal with a cushy shipside doc... still, considering her previous line of work was clandestine at the highest levels, and the career before that had her dropping from outside of a planet's atmosphere in a 'casket' otherwise known as a personal reentry kit...<br/><br/>"Yes, a few..." she said, uncrossing and crossing her legs, and setting her hands in her lap as she contemplated "How many platoon medics are we talking about, and what size forces will I be associated with overall?  Likewise, what quantity and quality of supplies, medical and otherwise, can I expect to work with on a regular basis?  Likewise, how long is this contracted mission expected to last, and is this contract I'd be signing on with... is it just for the mission or something longer?"<br/><br/>She paused, but before the other woman could begin...<br/><br/>"Oh, and I have a few things I'd like to bring with me, including a number of Cat 3 armaments and supplies and a few Cat 4 military-grade equipments, all legal and up-to-date, and I'd like to be able to keep them on my person in my quarters, assuming I have sufficient quarters.  Do you think we could negotiate such an agreement between us, Colonel?"