Watching the English boy try to stare her down, she smirked slightly--down, tiger--as he broke the contact and relaxed back into her seat. If Richard seemed like the golden boy until he broke out his grisly contractor, Roman seemed more than a little skittish. What place could there be in war for a boy who could barely stand on his own with his comrades? Perhaps infiltration really was best for him, he certainly looked as though he wished to disappear now. There had to be something there, though--you didn't kill someone or something that didn't know you were there without having a bit of steel in you.

Though they were grounded for a reason.

Watching them all, it was interesting to see how the others bullied their American comrade. She wondered idly how deep his skittish streak ran, whether or not they were trying to cure it or what on earth could have got him here. Admittedly in the reports there was an indication of a behavioral change, but still... there was a lot of ground that needed covering. The boys of course, took the first opportunity to lay down their lines in the sand, but that was only to be expected. No matter what anyone said, men were children in the end--toy soldiers, scared little boys, proud little bullies, white knights... she hadn't met one yet she couldn't figure out. It was women that bothered her, hid things, kept secrets, worked in layers, and so it was Thessalia that she found herself keeping an eye on. For all Richard's name-dropping and Feuer's bluster, it was she that seemed to have the real command in their little--

What the devil was that on the German's neck?!

"Neural integration system..." she hummed, eyeing it with a raised eyebrow and crossing her arms over her chest. Now that was interesting--like what they'd done with her Ulanova, if a bit more direct. She wondered if it would be harder to do with her own sensory integration and mapping, working in so many more levels in such radically different methods of perception, but shrugged the thought off. "Interesting. Let's hope there's something more than speed to it, or you'll get to the fight without anything to fire!"

Chuckling, she leaned back in the chair like a cat, stretching her legs out and letting her head fall back, long platinum hair falling over the back of the couch as her arms stretched in front of her. "Just don't expect me to keep up, the Ulanova's a bull of a machine. I had thought when I first started piloting that they would have put me in something light, maneuverable, but not so. No one else seemed to have the coordination to make the damn thing move like it needed to. It was not so long ago as you--my family was not exactly as corporate as the rest of yours, if your files are any indication--but I can make the old girl dance when I have to."