A. Finch

The scene which played out between Legs, Solton, and Szabo was almost laughable, but Atari held her tongue, knowing that any peep she made would likely be held against her. Still, she smirked as the captain ripped into both boys, which shut them up entirely. Solton had stayed quiet both when Leg took a dig at him, and when Szabo reprimanded him, and she wasn't sure she could keep her composure if similar words came her way.

She drew her eyes across the room while Szabo went from taking care of the outburst to addressing the brute; studying everyone while she tapped her fingertips against her arm. It was already apparent that this team was going to have serious issues if they couldn't get their act together. Sure in the field they would likely be able to take care of business without too much problem, but back on base would be another story. Between Solton's salty attitude, Cynthia's overly emotional wussiness, Leg's cocky outbursts, and her overwhelming desire to stay as far away as possible from the rest of the squad, there wasn't a doubt in her mind this was a disaster just waiting to happen.

When Solton got up from his chair in the center of the room and moved to the wall she smirked. His eyes were blazing and she guessed that behind his mask silence he was absolutely furious. It was impressive to her that he could maintain his composure, as the same could rarely be said about herself, which was one of the reasons she hated working with other people. She tried to catch his gaze from across the room but was interrupted when she heard Szabo call out, [color=00a99d]"Officer on deck!"[/color]

Though she was nearly small enough to be ignored entirely when the officer walked into the room, she turned and stood at attention. Her gray eyes were locked on the door, and she stood in tall -or rather as tall as someone her height could- awaiting instructions from the superior entity entering the debriefing room.