Two of them stood at what they could only assume to be the final set of doors through the corridor, each clutching their prescribed buzzer. The tall man to Koryak's left held it loosely, almost dangling it from his fingers, while the short-haired woman to Spearhead's right clamped onto it from her palm, enveloping it in a firm contradiction to her fellow operator. They almost didn't care talking to one another, even as Spearhead did make occasional glances downwards, if only to see a particularly devout Russian woman staring cleanly forward. The sight almost made him frown, himself. Yet with ever pass of his eyes, he reverted back to matching her straightforward expression.

A cool breeze seemed to flow back like an unleashed floodgate, just as soon halting as the two entered the last briefing room, row after short row of chairs obviously vacant. The South African looked down and to his right once more, exchanging light glances with his new coworker. She lightly raised her eyebrows, him tilting his head left for. She nodded, silently thanking him while he paused his motion. Koryak wasn't expecting any commendations for being prompt with time, yet didn't mind the sole sight of just these two; She never was one for being, "fashionably late". 

Beckoning to a small set of chairs near the front and right, Koryak was prompt in her motions to take her seat, situating herself upon the rightmost chair available. Arms folded, she sat, awaiting introduction or orders. Spearhead trailed appropriately behind, attempting to be more mindful of her sense of space. Where he was from, Spearhead was accustomed to being shoulder-to-shoulder with others, often shaking hands close and being face-to-face for introductions lavished with small hugs and other small niceties. When working with others, Spearhead learned rather quickly this was called in other countries "claustrophobic", and decided it was for the best that he keep safe distance from his new fellow operator. 

He took up residence in the same row as her, sure to keep a chair between himself and his new comrade-in-arms. Her posture remained upright, placing her hands in her lap with the buzzer nowhere in plain sight. In this sternness, however, one could sense her comfort in this stringent state, as if to be relaxed were to be in a proper position. Spearhead, with his slightly slouched posture, made passes across each side of the room, almost clearly rather out of his element. 

[color=0E683B]"Spearhead."[/color] he introduced, reaching over the chair as he turned to Koryak. His hand extended, palm open for a handshake. She looked back at him calmly, not reciprocating his ever so slight grin a centimeter.

[color=9D1702]"Koryak."[/color] the operator shook his hand back lightly.

[color=0E683B]"Nice to meet you."[/color]

[color=9D1702]"Likewise."[/color] her curtness, by Spearhead's apparent nodding, was much appreciated, if the slight cusp of his lip wished she were just slightly more talkative. He adjusted himself in his seat, slightly positioning himself toward the Russian woman while he rested his arm across the seat. His head turned back to Flak, almost as if addressing the entirety of the room, yet pivoted back to Koryak.

[color=0E683B]"How did you fin-"[/color]

[color=FF883E]"I'm here, i'm here!"[/color] 

The woman entering did nothing to conceal her conceived tardiness to the meeting, yet that announcement wasn't quite the reason for the heads turning alone. Her face suggested Chinese, Japanese, or Korean background - neither Koryak nor Spearhead were all too versed in the discernment between the three - yet what came from her mouth was an Irish accent so thick, the acuteness of Koryak's raised eyebrows spoke her thoughts aloud; She questioned just how fluent she was in understanding English. 

[color=FF883E]"I amn't trying to make a fierce fuss."[/color] everyone presumed she apologized, [color=FF883E]"How's she cuttin'?"[/color] walking up the short isle, her hand's already extended, ready for her round of formalities.

[color=FF883E]"Oh, i'm Owl! Not right or proper to skip out on myself, is it?"[/color] the Irishwoman greeted, grasping the first hand she happened to find willing and open.

Spearhead appears to have broken from his now-shortened conversation with Koryak, yet the Russian's closed and rather straightforward demeanor arguably spoke to the possibility of her not having a particular interest to begin with. Clearly she found this "Owl"'s overly friendly behavior unbecoming, yet she wasn't going to ruin her mood questioning her outgoing mannerisms. She sat politely and waited her turn, eyeing over the group conversation while Spearhead, too, was taken aback by her outburst.