Harold pushed himself up and walked over to the lady with the Australian accent. She had called herself a yank, but so had Eliza Cohen, and she had been Isralie. Offering a hand out to her, a neutral expression on his face, he gave her a proper looking over-once up, once down. "Hello there. I'm... Well, I'm Harold Fischer. I was operator for a while but you won't find me on any of the files, that's for sure." A sly smile crossed his face, one hand rubbing the slight amount of stubble that he had gained off-duty. He needed to start shaving again he realised, although that was a [i]slight[/i] non-sequitur.

"They never gave me a codename, or at least they didn't until they had to." He indicated towards the modified shield, which even from here it was clear that it was not normal, a slanted angle allowing the force to be concentrated along one single line, weakening the surface before he properly burst in. "I'll be the one covering your ass. Krieg." 

He wondered what the gal would be a specialist in. Most of the recruits in Six originally had been mechanical and electrical engineers- it was what made them as powerful as they did, most of them were experts having actually invented their gadgets. Unless the laptop had something under the hood, likely, she might not be that special.

He dismissed that thought. They were all in Six after all.