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Taras couldn't help but snort in amusement at their liaison's comment. While he trusted - to some extent at least - that the women he'd been crammed into the plane with were competent and more or less chosen for said competency, it was more than a little relieving that someone else pointed out their absurdity. He was still very curious to see the girls' abilities, especially the girl with the two-toned hair. He'd seen her abrupt change in attitude and was intrigued. 

[color=DC143C]"Agreed,"[/color] the Russian man drawled in response to Kiara's words. He let his gaze linger on the disfigured face of the French farmhand, letting his eyes trace every sag of flesh and pucker of past burns, before it flickered over to the "foreign agent." She was small, about the same height as Oscuro, and a woman of course. Which meant the agent he had the most in common with on the surface level was Yonaka. He could shudder at the mere thought. Still, the agent leading them through the French countryside was a bit hard to place. It was hard to tell her age or origin, not that that was a bad thing - he surmised she was a spy, which only made sense. Briefly, Taras considered giving the woman his name, but he didn't know how long she'd be sticking with them. A working relationship was needed between himself, Yonaka and Oscuro - but if she'd only be leading them part of the way, there was no reason to introduce himself formally. Besides, he wasn't sure the name he'd get back would even be real. 

The side of his mouth curled up into an imitation of a smirk. Somehow, he was getting a little excited. Just a little though.

He looked over at the "drop coordinator" again. [color=DC143C]"Would you be in charge of this, then?"[/color] Taras gestured to the pallet in his grip.