“Oh! Good, I uh, I’m glad I’m not just uh, a surprise.”
Mostly, anyway. When people knew you were coming, they tended to have expectations. Messenger wasn’t entirely sure she could meet them. Even with the last year of conditioning and training since the operation…she still felt brand new. And now she really was new, to nine people much more experienced and skilled at fighting…let alone killing.
She was especially aware of the fresh buzz cut already itching against her implants. Messenger went to put a hand on the back of her neck, but flinched as she felt the metal there fused into her spine. Her hand went back into her pocket. She made an effort to offer Medic a smile though, even if it was pretty clearly a nervous one.
At the same time that the team would have been talking and wondering about her, Messenger had been reading up on each of them. Medic, she’d already heard a lot about. Her fear toward him was more a logical “this man has a body count and penchant for human experimentation so maybe don’t piss him off” sort of precaution.
In reality, she was trying very hard to make a good impression and not immediately give away her intense excitement and curiosity about his work. This was her chance to establish herself as a professional instead of devolve into some annoying, bouncy puppy dog.
That being said, she took his assurance not to worry with a slight grain of salt. She did make an effort to relax her posture a bit, at least.
“I had my last checkup two days ago as my last exam for clearance,” she nodded and rustled around in her bag for a moment, “My updated files…”
Messenger approached Medic and offered him the packet.
“The cerebral and nervous implants weren’t detailed in your last briefing in case I failed or died during the last couple tests. Security measure, ‘parently. But, well, at least The Administrator is being forthcoming on my…secondary purpose. As her, uh, personal intel proxy.”
She looked away from him with an embarrassed grimace.
A pair of blue eyes watched her with interest as she spoke, for the detailed information concerning the tests made on her was something he was most curious about. “I see,” Medic said, taking the offered files. While reading over the text written within the folder briskly and in silence, he paused; then simply chose to do so better later, in spite of his growing inner enthusiasm on the subject.
Glancing back up at her, the older mercenary frowned slightly. “Could you tell me a little more as to what you'll be doing on the battlefield, Frau? I'm afraid Miss Pauling wasn't too detailed when giving out information before. But then again, that's... understandable, I suppose.” Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back, he thought. Gently placing the packet over his messy desk, he awaited for an answer.
Everyone had a role on the field, and he'd like to know where she would be fitting in -- What the plans for the next battle could be, now that they had her on their side as well. How could they organise and prepare themselves? What should they do next? It was all a metter of both luck and calculations, he believed, for the field was something akin to a chess board according to the clever scientist. Though such a metaphor could not always be applied, for certain suprises did have a tendency to happen.
And why exactly was she so nervous? How perfectly amusing and almost fascinating, this was. Perhaps... his ex-wife was rubbing off on him in this regard, unfortunately enough. A corner of his lips twitched in response.
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