The other squadmates embarking onto the dropship was noticed by the siblings, but not with any body language. They were too busy ripping into each other with words and likely none of the others understood. The argument was finally cut off as their commanding officer for the mission talked them down. Anya was quick to jerk her head to the officer and slowly shut her mouth, before her lips outright pursed in frustration and she responded in English. "Yes sir." Luc was still a little sore from not resolving the, frankly pointless, argument, so his own "Yes sir," was a bit higher in volume.

Now that they weren't too focussed, they could inspect the rest of the squad properly. It was an eclectic bunch from the looks of things, people of all different shapes, sizes and weapon choices. Though shotguns seemed to be a trending fashion.

Scanning across the faces, Anya only then noticed the dark haired woman next to her looking at her expectantly. An awkward pause confirmed that maybe Anya had missed something. Anya's cross expression turned into a curious frown at this realisation. "Oh, I am sorry, yes, my name is Anya." Anya extended a hand, "It is nice to meet you." Anya wasn't quite ready to crack a smile after such a heated discussion, but this Ezri woman didn't deserve any flak. "You are...American?" Anya hazarded. It was only a guess by the accent Ezri had, but there was the occasional weird inflection in it. Anya figured if she knew English half as well as she knew French and German that she would probably be better at judging such things.