A shitty commercial flight, jet lag, followed by a loud, bumpy flight on a cargo jet to their actual op destination? So far, life in the private sector seemed just the same as a government military. Fortunately, Dragoon had long since been conditioned to fall asleep no matter her comfort level. You got your rest wherever you could when you were in the military, crap flight be damned. 

A short nap later, and it seemed she'd woken up just in time for introductions. The black-haired Lung woman yawned into her oxygen mask slightly, rubbing her eyes before paying close attention to those who spoke. After all, if all went well, she'd be working with them for the forseeable future. Years of cultural conditioning gave her a slight pause at the prospect of working with the Infected, but in all honesty, anyone who worked in their field knew the risks and that it could happen to them. It was just something she'd have to deal with.

By the time it came to her turn, the woman raised a hand, giving a cheeky wave as a greeting. [b]"Yo, yo. Callsign Dragoon. Let's see, personal details...I'm ex-Lungmen Defense Force, OR-6, so yeah, government military drone. Specialized as a shock trooper and point man. I'm good with either a spear or my fists. Let's have some fun with this, yeah?"[/b] She finished with a grin, leaning back in her seat.