Krystina nodded. "Do we have restrictions on tampering with the fighters? Any little touches we might want to make, personalizations and things," she continued. But her line of questioning wasn't yet done, "To follow up her question," Krystina jerked a thumb towards the woman that had asked about getting blown out of the sky, "Will we be needed for this mission? If so, how much prep time do we get?" Prep time was important to Krystina, and she was sure the rest of the squad would like ample prep time as well. They all needed to get comfortable in their fighters and fine tune everything to their liking. There probably wouldn't be enough time for serious engineering work, but she was sure there would be time later on.

Marina smirked from Krystina's side, "Not like you'll have enough time to prep anyways. You're always tampering with something."

Krystina elbowed her playfully. "I'm a perfectionist. What do you want from me?" she grinned.

Marina shook her head. "Nothing. I just like poking at your ego, Krys."

Brandon and Jason chuckled from behind Krystina. She smiled; she could tell there would be a good squad dynamic already, and that was key to successful missions. Chemistry, Krystina found, was often much more important than sheer talent. And Krystina [i]had[/i] picked out the Wolves with chemistry and talent both in mind.