[color=f7976a]Nian Zhen[/color], Medic of the[color=Red] Red Dragons[/color]

Nian Zhen stood at attention, not making eye contact with the squad leader, her hands folded behind her back, standing as straight as she possibly could and her head pointed upwards. She wanted to make as good of an impression as possible for her superior.

[color=f7976a]"Sir, my name is Nian Zhen, sir!"[/color] She said, her light voice not betraying the sincerity and professionalism in her tone.

She was a medic. Though she currently had the standard fatigues of XCOM, she was proud to don the signature and identifiable red plus on her battle outfit. Currently, the honor was not available to her, but soon her new allies might need her help, and she'd be there for them. She knew it, as fast. Nian Zhen would try her hardest.

This is why, with no indication to do other wise, she acted as soldiery as possible- abandoning casualness and standing at full attention for the lieutenant. Already, the name of her squad was rattling around in her head and settling in. The Red Dragons. She was proud to be a Red Dragon.