Amy got up after the briefing, somewhat relieved that their upcoming mission didn't require everyone to have boots on the ground unless things took a turn for the worse. She looked at Grayson and smiled briefly, knowing that he had work to do so it was best to let him be. She knew they all knew, it had been like that for some time now, but she took the fine line between work and pleasure very seriously. 

"She you later," she whispered as she walked by him, briefly looking back at Stryker as curiosity got the best of her. Amy wanted to know a little more about the mission, although it wasn't her place to barge into what Stryker and Taleste were about to discuss. 

With the little bit of free time she had on her hands, Amy decided to inventory her armor, gear, and weapons. She thought about how up to that point, the crew had been somewhat lucky with their missions. Minimal casualties and non-threatening injuries, so it was safe to assume that statically speaking, at least one of them wouldn't make it back alive.