"Yes, Ma'am," Zim responded when told to cut out the attitude. He didn't intend any offense, he didn't even think that he had implied anything beyond the questions that he asked. Before he could continue the thought process, he was suddenly being talked to by the tall lanky fellow as he interjected to explain his combat role. He seemed to approve of Zim's apparent attitude, that could potentially be troublesome on the battlefield. But then again, he was a tried and true combat veteran, so he knew better than Zim. 

Zim was lost in thought on Devor's behavior and what that might result in on the battlefield when suddenly the bombshell was giving him quite the rub down. He blushed. Zim legitimately blushed and anybody who could see his face could see it. His particular stature left Zim eye level with her particular anatomy, and Zim being a red-blooded male had been stranded in a desert of eros amongst these children. Yes, more than ever, Zim realized that his companions were all children. This person standing before him rubbing his bald head was a woman, not a child at all. Being originally from a high gravity planet, Zim's physiology was varied in many ways, in most situations, these were benefits including how his heart could pump blood harder, and faster. However, internal membrane did not enjoy the increased durability and thickness that his epidermis did. The result being that anytime Zim and other people from his home planet of Fortress had the least little bit of sexual arousal, they had a very high chance of a nose bleed. This was exactly one of those times. Stuck at attention for the briefing, Zim had little choice but to let the trickle of blood run from his left nostril. But as suddenly as the buxom angle had granted Zim her favor, intentionally or not, it was gone. As if driving the point of rejection home, or perhaps offended by Zero's nose bleed, she moved on to Paladin and touted about how much more interesting he was.

It wouldn't sink in until later that she was Lorenzo's personal assistant, which meant that despite her aloof behavior, she was a genius. That, and she was probably merciless. These thoughts would haunt Zim's fantasies in the days to come, often involving leather and whips.

The dismissal came, and four days later they reconvened with Captain Ritsu. Several thoughts crossed his mind throughout the briefing; shock and awe were the prominent reactions. Thoughts of revenge and rescue, however, were quickly snuffed by the estimates on the numbers and the probability of new units. There were a great number of questions that came to mind, many of them, Zim assumed would be answered as the strategic portion of the briefing continued. However, Zim raised his hand to indicated his questions.

"Captain Ritsu, I have a few questions if I may list them for you?" Zim said when called on, "Are we going to have any additional support beyond our newest squadmates? It was mentioned that this is a space station, will this be space combat or are we expected to land on the station, infiltrate, and then begin the operation? Will we have any additional equipment or armaments for the approach? Can you make it clear the priority of the objectives and expand on them? For example, if we cannot capture the teleporter, should we destroy?"

Zim hesitated a moment before he said it, "Is it possible... that this is a trap?"