"Yes sir." The response came out automatically from her mouth as both her CO and XO exited the room, having done an explanation befitting their roles. Unpleasantness clawed in the back of her mind, as she stared at the man known as Lorenzo. Most gregarious animals had instincts that often triggered a response of reject, usually related to dangerous behaviour. Lorenzo with his mere presence was making Sigma shudder, even though grown soldiers could never create the same imposing effect on her.

Sigma straightened out her jacket for the ninth time in the room, glaring at one of the sleeves with her red eyes disapprovingly as it still refused to be put in the right place. The jacket was too big and ill-fitting for his tastes, but entering the room wearing nothing but the Framewerk suit would not have been acceptable. She had to uphold [i]human etiquette[/i], as even the most inane things could hamper the combat effectiveness and cohesion by creating unnecesary friction. Or at least that was what she had been told in the crash course in the past week. She tilted her head sideways slightly, examining the new room with scrutinizing eyes. Other pilots. One hour to decide the course of action before a free for all decided the position of squad leader.

[i]A display, huh? I wasn't trained for this.[/i] Sigma pondered, raising a fist to her chin, still observing.

[i]Why is everyone so freaking tall and developed?[/i] The young pilot pondered, quickly assessing that perhaps, she was the most childlike of the lot. She lamented with bitterness not having a better, more developed physical presence. Truthfully, she was never intended to be fielded this quickly, but her supposed elder model never met the expectations. 

[i]Well, we're after all disposable dolls, servitors of humanity. Artificial.[/i] Sigma mentally steeled herself, and stepped forward.

"I am Sigma, and I pilot the Eiswolf, well met." She said in a neutral, dispassionate tone, but being careful to sound polite enough. Others would make their pitch for leadership, they would lament their inability, they would seek to intimidate others perhaps. But Sigma did none of that.

[i]There's no way a doll will ever be in charge of anything. But orders are orders, and so I shall comply.[/i]

It was then when she caught something in the corner of her eye. As clumsy as she was in social interaction, she recognized the hallmarks of tears in some other pilot's face. Troublesome. Normally she would not bat an eyelid, but wiping one's tears and possibly snot could leave a bit of a messy stain.

Sighing, she rummaged for a handkerchief, and she approached the other girl, her movements deft but devoid of emotion. Red eyes met Elora, as she offered her handkerchief. Sigma didn't say a thing, considering her action was clear enough.