<div class="floatright">(http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af134/MNBlend/Armor/tumblr_mgj53kyoXC1qzgskgo1_500_zpsf1903649.jpg)</div><strong>Olivia York<br/>Unreformed All American Criminal<br/>Tag: All</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Oh heh heh heh," Olivia chuckled as the somewhat intimidating European lady mimicked the toast. "It's nice to have a Boss who really wants to pep you up," Olivia said with a small grin, still trying not to appear too presumptuous before her face evened out a bit in expression. "Something I must admit though, boot camp? Really? I get that we're supposed to be working together, but how much more non-specialized training do we really need to be having?" she asked her companions openly. "I really hope this isn't some hoo-rah stuff meant to break us down and build us up again. I'm getting too old for basic style antics, you know what I mean?" she then said before turning to the Irishman.<br/><br/>"I bet you know what I mean. You kinda look military," Olivia then threw out there, hoping to spark a little more conversation as she was already trying to build up a rapport with the team she realized she'd be working with. From her quick glances of her companions, despite the fact the two gentlemen seemed quite impressive and knew how to handle themselves simply from the way they walked, and most importantly of all, knew it, she was still a bit more leery of the brown haired Albanian woman. Well the two guys were definitely driven, and the Irishman had a bit of chip on his shoulder it seemed, Olivia was already feeling a bit leery of the fellow female on the team, getting a streak of shrewd darkness from her. Olivia could already tell from her eyes she was driven in a wholly different manner. It wasn't so much the thousand yard stare as something a bit more intense, and yet she couldn't quite place it because Elira was hiding it so well, even as Olivia accepted a shotglass from her. Misgivings aside, it seemed like the right thing to do.