Helga's chest was tight, as it always was when she was in a new place. Her instincts constantly reminded her to be wary of new locations, something she had picked up since her abduction to Berlin, and it had saved her well in her life up until now. Her Russian wasn't perfect so she missed some of the words in the speech, but got the overall jist pretty easily. The tall commander had a clear voice and commanding presence, which helped make the whole situation feel more official and less alien, apart from the spies who trained her, she has had very little contact with russian people let alone soliders, she had no real loyalty to the soviet union, she was probably an anarchist at heart, she just wanted to punish and slaughter the Nazis.

After the orders were given, Helga winced slightly as the man clearly identified her as a german defect to the rest of the Squad, she wasn't sure how she felt about that but she went about her orders all the same, she picked up her documents from an emotionless looking soldier and began to read, before turning and looking at her new squad.

They definitely were a ragtag bunch, multi-national, multi-racial and even multi-uniformed. This is the kind of mixed impurity that would make the SS furious, so Helga couldn't help but fell an odd sense of pride in the bunch. She noticed two women who stood out to her the most, a very official looking lady in what looked to be an expensive soviet longcoat. [@DracoLunaris] And a very innocent young girl with a face of deep pain and past sorrow,[@Xandrya] Helga felt like she could identify with some of those emotions.

[i]Greetings squadmates, I'm Helga Branwulf, it appears I've been assigned as a Marksman of this outfit. I look forward to joining you in wiping out the enemy.[/i]