Maude simply stood in response to Archer, "Thank you, Mr. Archer. If you have no use for us in the location of the target, then I believe that I have no questions. My number is on the equipment request forms, and I look forward to hearing when he's located. Please take care of the requisition at your earliest convenience, sir." She wasn't being curt to be rude. Maude hoped that she would be taken by Mr. Archer to simply be "to the point" and "measured" rather then rude. But it didn't matter.<br/><br/>In the presence of so many new psions, her senses were going into overdrive. It was testimony to her willpower that she didn't shiver at the rampant tingling that was tearing through her nerve endings. Maude replaced her glasses atop her nose, her gloved fingers straying to brush her hair back behind her ears. The gesture masked the subtle press of her ear-piece, an inaudible (to most) puff sounding off in her hearing canal. A chemical compound that helped numb the sense of vertigo at the source, she felt slightly better instantly.<br/><br/>Though her muscles ached from the feedback, even through the environmental suit, at least she wasn't dizzy. Turning to address the others, she bowed her head, "I suspect our quarters will be located close to one another. If you have any inquiries or concerns, I'm sure Mr. Archer's secretary can direct you to me. I... only hope she can direct me to my quarters. Mr. Archer?"<br/><br/>She had backed the right horse, clearly. Rui Teng had seemed like the most likely candidate for second. Or first. Maude knew that the Ministry training had it's own advantages over her own ISRA regimin. The strategist would benefit from knowing where the enemy was, and what the enemy was thinking. Which was more key to success was debatable...<br/><br/>The tempature had been rising and falling well beyond the small frame of variaton she would expect of the air conditioning units. She was uncomfortable to be sure, but then, that was much the same as saying she was blonde. Bristol was always uncomfortable. It was just a matter of HOW uncomfortable she was, really, "I hope we can meet for a meal, and get a bit more familiar with each other, Mr. Archer and our timetable willing..."