"A fairly tight schedule, then. Will we have a vehicle arranged at the drop off point, or will we need to aquire one?", Caitlin asked in her refined Scottish accent.<br/><br/>Turning, she took a couple slow, thoughful steps as she began to think about the upcoming mission. She could feel the excitment building, and though Caitlin could control it, she desperately wanted to be underway, to get to the action. Something she knew from her MI6 instructors was often the folly of new agents, but also a quality if it could be properly harnessed.<br/><br/>Turning back to face M, Caitlin sat down into the chair previously offered her with a rather proper, lady-like grace and asked, "M, I know that you'll have selected us for the skills and talents we possess, based on what you percieve to be the needs of the mission. Perhaps it would help us all to understand more precisely the nature of this endeavor if you would enlighten us as to which of our skills prompted your decisions?"