As she heard the Lt speak Saf quickly reached down to her wrist comp and pulled up his file, glancing over it and picking out the important details before turning her attention to the quiet 'Englishman'.  Quickly running her eyes down his body Saf did a quick assessment. For a guy hitting his thirties Lt Alexander looked more like someone in their late teens.

Either he'd taken really good care of himself or his family had enough money to pay for incredible thorough gene scrubbing in utero. Her money was on the former though, families who threw their money away on making sure their children were born with perfect genes tended to keep them at home rather than letting them enlist in potentially life threatening military careers. If he had come from money like that he'd more likely be the one sitting behind the monitor, beside Overwatch, than riding a freight elevator.

[b][color=bc8dbf]"Special Air Service veteran? Where were you posted?"[/color][/b] Before he had a chance to answer Saf quickly held up her hand with a smile, [b][color=bc8dbf]"Don't tell me. 'it's classified', right?"[/color][/b]