Heh, Dean couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of the Americans at each other’s throats. If they couldn’t get along with their own countrymen, then how much faith was there that they’d see eye to eye with everyone else? Disagreements between soldiers weren’t uncommon, but if shit hit the fan, they’d hopefully have enough sense to put aside the petty fighting. Now, Dean didn’t know if he’d be able to warm up to the boys and girls from the red white and blue, but he hoped he’d be able to do the same if facing a common enemy. He looked to every other soldier in the group, most of them he wouldn’t have problems getting along with, save if they started shit first. Hopefully, he and the other Japanese man would be able to hit things off, but not yet. They had just gotten off a long flight, and everyone probably wanted to get to bed; although by the looks of the warehouse they were standing in front of, the sleeping situation might not be the most comfortable. 

Luckily, it didn’t seem like they were in UNXIPU proper yet, and the sight ahead piqued Dean’s curiosity as to just how high caliber this operation was. The large elevator was like a daunting behemoth. You’d always be glancing at it, just wondering what it was and where it’d go. Dean went through security without much thought, grabbing the papers he was handed and making his way to the lift. According to the print on the form, he’d be in Echo squad, which meant nothing until it was confirmed who else would be working on that team. If Dean was lucky, he'd be paired with individuals who meshed well with him and his set of skills, but like team placement, there was no telling who would fit such roles. "So... anyone else on Echo?" Muttered Dean to the people in his immediate vicinity, hoping to at least make some light conversation while everyone waited for the lift to make its decent.