On the side of the road leading up to the knackered looking base stood Thomas with a judgmental look on his face, purposefully having arrived early, maybe even too early, to give himself some time to think about what he would be officially signing up for the moment he enters the building. The patched up walls and clearly experienced metal showing that the building had overcome some troubles.

He picked up his communicator as the message of the Pilot asking for everyone's arrival time had been sent, he then simply packed back away and resumed dwelling in his thoughts, about the crew he'd be spending most of his time with mainly and secondly over the possible mission they'd be sent on.

He noticed a red haired woman approach the base. His cold eyes swerving off the base and onto her with the first thing he noticed being that she, instead of taking the main path, had arrived from the pines surrounding the base. He silently watched her from afar the side of the path he was standing on with no care if he would be noticed, then looking back at his watch before arching his back and waiting some more.

The second arrival caused him just as much wonder as the first had, he watched as the next shuttle arrived and two armed guards approach it before leading a handcuffed woman into the base. Thomas began being overcome with curiosity, glad that so far the crew members had shown diverse arrivals. He waits until the soldiers drag the handcuffed woman inside the base before calming strutting his way towards it himself.

He enters the building, scanning everything in his surrounding but mostly noticing the relatively nervous looking receptionist. His tactful pacing towards the desk she was seated behind immediately grabbing her attention. "Thomas Riley Grayson." He states with a single firm nod. The nervous secretary looks up at the man with a smile "Right this way sir!" she says with a relatively cheery voice and points in the direction of the cafeteria. Inside the cafeteria he notices three women, two of them being the women he had seen outside before entering the building himself and the third presumably being the pilot. Making his way around the table to stand across the handcuffed woman he shoots a glance at the already present reports before placing his own one on the edge of the table where there'd be some room left. Refusing to take a seat he slowly paces around the room, only offering a "Morning" accompanied with another one of his firm nods before continuing to listen in on any possible conversation.