Serena tapped her finger against her knee idly, her full focus dedicated to the Russian, Bo, as they called him. A steady gaze wandered upon the other members, her eyes resting upon each of them for just a short moment. Serena hadn’t served in an international unit before, though she had served alongside foreigners. It was an interesting change, though the life with The Ninth had been interesting enough already. 
The woman’s attention briefly swapped to the short haired Spanish woman, Isabela, far as she recalled. So far, Isabela had been the person most alike Serena, in terms of nationality, at least. A latin country, just like her own. They were yet to talk properly though, it seemed like all of them were.

Alas, Serena turned her head back towards Melnikov, as he finished up the briefing. Instinctively, she rose to her feet, grabbing her trusty rifle just as her teammates had done. Her ear flickered towards the question from Daniel, squinting her eyes in agreement. There was bound to be resistance on the way, at least she was expecting it to happen. Before Boris could properly answer Daniel, Serena followed up his question with another.

“Speaking of an interception, what’s the rules of engagement?” She asked, her Italian accent being heard from every few words. “Do not engage before fired upon?”