Maggie slouched into the meeting room just after Annalynn, and immediately flopped into a chair, kicking her greasy boots up onto the formerly pristine table. She was flicking through a datapad, organizing requests to engineering into 'shit for later', 'time wasting shit', and 'actually look at this shit.'

"Mission briefing," she grunted, before realizing that was...sort of out of nowhere. "Iorus II mission is coming up, we need to decide who's going and who's cooling their heels on the ship."