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	Tailing closely behind Major Alice Robinson and Vael ‘Virisusai, Spartan Aviza was thankful to finely be on the move to the conference room. They had spent long enough waiting, in her personal opinion. The long and dimly lit corridors they were currently being lead through shared the unique architecture that all ONI facilities seemed to have, one that Aviza had taken a liking to. After a short while of walking, they arrived at two large double doors, Major Alice Robinson stopped all of them before informing Vael ‘Virisusai to follow behind her. Taking a step to the side and out of the way, Aviza waited patiently for her chance to enter the conference room. In the meantime, she held the left door open for not only the UNSC personnel who were relinquishing the room to Aegis Team, but also the rest of her squad. 

Once everyone had entered, she would step inside and let the doors close behind her. The first thing she noticed was how large the room was, followed by how impressive it all looked. Thinking back, Aviza could not remember the last time she had been inside of a conference room of such grandeur, the office of naval intelligence clearly liked to spend their money on presentation. There were plenty of empty seats inside of the conference room, and Aviza purposely took the one directly across from Major Robinson and the seat where she expected another figure of importance would be. Major Robinson explained to them that they were in a secure room, and that they could speak freely. This was followed by being informed that someone named Captain Leroux would be arriving shortly, and once he or she did, the mission briefing would begin.

For the first time since her arrival, Aviza reached up to the neck seal of her armor and detached her helmet, gently and carefully removing it before setting it on the table in front of her. She repositioned herself to be more comfortable, but also made sure she still held the professional appearance that was demanded. Now, she could speak a bit more freely, feeling that not having her helmet on made conversations more personal and respectful, in situations such as these.