Her short stature of 5'3 was ideal for Desiree to stand towards the back of their formation to remain invisible. She always preferred it that way as she wouldn't likely get called out for one reason or the other. But Tourè's speech was rather short, ending abruptly with a smart-ass comment. She cracked a smile, thinking to herself that she might just enjoy it there.

Desiree was the first one to break rank and hurry off to the G.M.D. Department after they were dismissed. Once there, she noticed Edwards was looking somewhat nervous. That wouldn't have been a red flag had he not been in a leadership position, but Desiree dismissed the thought and figured he was just dealing with some personal issues. She was the first one to approach him as the others were still making their way there.

"Desiree Monroe, Murphy, USA, member of the FBI Counter-terrorism Division." She stripped herself of her weapons as she spoke, unslinging her M-4 to place on the table between the two of them, then unholstering her sidearm to do the same. Desiree then felt around for her multi-function tool, smirking when she found it and placed in on the table as well. "Just in case," she shrugged, then reached around for her backpack to take out her laptop. "And this is where all the magic happens," she added, pushing the laptop to the center of the table. "You can have one of your IT guys check it out, or if you know these machines as well as I do, then it's all yours."