Maude was equally pleased that Archer did NOT bring up anything about her. She knew her potential. And as far as psi potential went, she could wager a guess that she was amongst the lowest in the room. With so many of her abilities constantly draining the reserves others might take for granted, she didn't rely on them anymore then neccessary. She took the first seat, not because of any arrogant conviction of her place in line, so much as... it was the first one she came to.<br/><br/>She slid a plain manila envelope across Archer's desk with a polite bow of the head. Maude was british, but she'd picked up a few unusual social graces from the asiatic Qin. Clarifying that it wasn't important, she waved a hand almost dismissively, "That's my equipment requisition form, Mr. Archer. What can you tell us about this assignment?"<br/><br/>It was odd she would make an equipment request BEFORE hearing the mission, but then she was gifted with a modicum of foresight as a member of the ISRA. Maude had hoped they would have more time to form a cohesive unit prior to being thrust in the fire. But then it was characteristically the case the Aeon's were understaffed and notorious for thrusting green recruits into awkward positions. Even through her glove and the environmental suit beneath it she could feel that uneasy feeling from touching the arab.<br/><br/>But one thing she had learned from her earlier training, was to reveal nothing that is revealed. She was the sort to be friendly, and as such... even if she knew he was the devil's cabana boy it wouldn't do for him to know she was aware. It was the kind of overthinking that made great chessplayers and gibbering lunatics. She hoped she would retire as a chess player when her duties with ISRA was finished, rather then checking into an insane asylum to get away from the "voices".