Sasha was used to harsh conditions for most of her life. The Russian army had not been a hospitable employer. The training exercises at Orpheus tested her, but she pressed on, and felt a certain wave of pride wash over her to be finally accepted.<br/><br/>The tuxedo made her grimace, but rules were rules. "I hope we don't have to blend in much, da?" she joked with the clerk who passed them out. She put it on, feeling awfully...mannish. She normally wore men's clothes, fatigues and the like, but this was different somehow.<br/><br/>She chose the name "Agent Lynx" after her favorite animal. What else was there to do?<br/><br/>As the team gathered, she stood confidently, greeting everyone with a smile. "<em>Privet</em>, fellow agents. I am...uh...Lynx now, according to the agency. I hope we get along well," she said through a thick Russian accent. "H...it is good to find you. My primary use? I suppose you would call me a versatile role...I am ex-soldier, so use your imagination," she said.<br/><br/>She turned to Tia. "What about you? Don't be shy, we're comrades...er, co-workers now."