[color=a0410d][h3]Hazel Ada Stoll[/h3]

[i]If they want interruptions to stop, they should answer official requests.[/i][/color] Mused the instigator of many such requests, her sentiments conveyed only by a faint roll of her eyes. Most of her opinions were conveyed that way. Even though she was far from a new face at the fortress by now, few people got any real commentary from her. Even fewer understood it, given that the 'words' were just a series of brief, precise gestures. Not all of her [i]teammates[/i] always understood her, let alone the general staff. 

Hazel might have looked a little bored, but that was her expression most of the time. Though attendance was important (something she tried to impress upon her own CO), that did not mean the [i]subjects[/i] were always particularly important. The weekly meeting, for example, tended to be nothing but bureaucracy. Increased security, however, [i]did[/i] get her attention for a moment; it was the function that she had initially been hired for, after all, so she was curious to see what of her recommendations they had put into place. Not to mention analyzing whether or not she thought she could break in again.

She wouldn't. She already [i]had[/i] access.

But it would be interesting to see whether or not it was still possible.

She scrawled a few quick notes in the notebook from her pocket and promptly tuned the lecture back out. It would have been nice to set up her computer on the surface in front of her, but her superiors said that was unacceptable. It wasn't as though she was paying [i]more[/i] attention without it, but they were technically the ones who controlled her access to the mecha so she would abide by their rules. 

The approaching liason, though, and Corinne's prompt reaction [i]did[/i] get her attention. Watching the commander attempt to deal with bureaucrats was worth having popcorn, if there were any at hand. Shourichi didn't really do plans. She was happier if you dropped her off at a fight, let her do her thing, and come home to plenty of intoxicants.

[i][color=a0410d]Escort missions never go well.

Promethion has not yet functioned in water.

Shrike is not amphibious.[/color][/i]

Hazel cast a glance around to see if there was an interpreter handy, but as usual, not when she wanted one. The idea of refusing an interpreter had been that there would be one when she [i]did[/i] want one, not one always around when she [i]didn't[/i]. Apparently she had overestimated their timeliness. It was a meeting, why would they not have interpreters on hand for different languages?

She sighed. Maybe one of the others would interpret. If any of [i]them[/i] understood.

[color=a0410d]<The glorious Commander prefers improvisation, since we do not know what each Kaiju will be like anyway. A basic plan usually suffices.>[/color] It did when she got dragged out of Shrike by the scruff of her neck. Not bitter, just remembering. Shourichi was why she had a job, letting her get herself court-martialed wouldn't go well. [color=a0410d]<What security precuations are being taken?>[/color]