[h2]Kat Staten[/i]

"At this rate it [i]will[/i] be your funeral, boss," Kat complained, folding her arms across her chest in exasperation. She rocked back a little when McKnight shot her a look, green eyes a little [i]too[/i] innocent to [i]really[/i] be true. Maybe she'd snuck a peek when he wasn't around. Just at names and faces, but if he really didn't want anyone to see, he should've locked them up. Service records were way too long to get a look at while the boss was out getting coffee, though, so that was a mystery. Still wasn't hard to see who was green and who wasn't. The momentum carried, until she rocked forward in her seat again. The repetitive to and fro, solely at the waist, seemed to have taken the place of her exercise. "We've been waiting too long."

Rocking wasn't enough to entertain her, so on the fifth motion she followed through and rose to her full height. When it came to Fox, people tended to look up to her. More literally than metaphorically, much to McKnight's relief, since her CO was one of the only people [i]not[/i] shorter than her. It held true for the new recruits, [i]especially[/i] poor Dragomira. The former Air Force girl started a series of stretching intended to loosen up her upper body, holding each for at least a count of fifteen.

Sitting still for so long wasn't really her speed.

It was a good chance to see the newbies, though. Dragomira seemed like a firecracker if ever she saw one. That was the sort of energy even Kat hadn't seen since she first had caffeine as a kid. A little quirky, from the look of it, but [i]God[/i] the girl was tiny. She wasn't aware anyone had figured out how to shrink people, but here was the proof. Didn't mean anything in the cockpit, though, so she'd reserve judgement. Casablancas she watched out of the corner of her eye, remembering the way she'd brushed it over her shoulder. Like she was in a movie. It might have been intentional, if she wasn't wound so tight. Kinda cute in a dorky way, but Kat thought this was probably her first [i]real[/i] posting. There was a hesitance to how she reported, one she doubted would have been there if she'd ever been on the front lines.

Goldman seemed to have a sense of humor and a feel for the excitement at least, even if he was one of the older guys. Maybe not Montgomery old, ol' gramps was a fossil, but he was older than everyone else. Time'd tell how he'd fit in.

Speaking of the fossil, though...

"I vote we chip in and buy Joe an espresso maker or he's gonna make us miserable. Amazon's gotta deliver to space by now, right? Dragomira doesn't need the caffeine, but what about you Casablancas?" The blonde flashed the assembled squad an infectious grin, aiming it at the Spaniard last. "Speaking of, boss, do you have [i]any[/i] idea where we're headed?"