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Helene spent the entirety of the shuttle ride to the Bronzebeard in silence staring out into the window with a stern, but determined look in her lavender eyes. The captain's words about being free to whatever they wanted elicited a short laugh. Sparing room, shooting range, practice sims...that was all she cared about doing on the ride there. The team drills was something she was excited for, show that jackass of a corporal a thing or two. With her elbow on the against the window and her head cradled in her hand, she looked out into the stars and back at Mars. This was to ensure humanity's future amongst the stars. This was to show the aliens' how wrong they were to target Earth.

Helene followed after the corporal with head straight forward despite her desires to look around and took her place in the line-up, making micro-adjustments to her posture to ensure it was perfect. Her eyes darted side to side as she examined the other squads, noting their wider variety of personnel and equipment. It seemed like Ox Squad's had a more, defined purpose. The over-bearing presence of silence was impossible to ignore and it always indicated someone rather important was about to speak. When it is revealed just who that is, Helene feels her heart skip a beat for a moment.

Her body is like a frozen statue as she focuses on the words being spoken by the Brigadier General, an overwhelming pride in herself and humanity taking over her. Pride in knowing that it has been part of the Weisser duty to protect Earth and all of Humanity from this alien threat. A future that was won by soldiers like her grandfather and will continue to be fought for by people like her and her older brother. Her eyes wide as if finally snapping back to life as the Brigadier General draws attention to Ox squad, to her. The importance and seriousness of her new squad's mission hitting her just then. While she remained in her statuesque posture, the tips of her fingers began to twitch in long intervals. Being the center of attention always uneasy.

Helene shoulders lowered as she relaxed, walking behind the Captain and taking in all the sights she could see. This was all that she had been working hard for and more. At last she could finally take the torch from her grandfather's hands and carry it properly into battle. To ensure that everything he fought for wouldn't be lost ever again. She took a few minutes to take in the sight of the barracks as she stepped carefully into it, as if she was some intruder [color=8664A2]"Understood, Captain. You won't have to worry about a thing."[/color] Helene replied confidently, though as she glanced over at the corporal the embers of her anger with him reignited. She quickly went about unloading her things and claiming a bed, using the menial work to take her mind off his words and those images.

Having worked quickly, she was nearly done when she heard the Captain called for her. Helene promptly dropped what she was doing and stepped into his office. Her expression was blank save for the twitching of left brow. Was she going to hear yet another personalized lecture? Helene looked forward standing with her hands behind her back, firm and unwavering. She gazed at him suspiciously, hesitating for a couple moment wondering if it was appropriate to speak her mind[color=8664A2] "Sir, Corporal Renser's targeting of myself was grossly uncalled for." Helene began, her voice formal as if giving a report "Ria...*ahem* Specialist Blackwell failed to understand what XCOM stands for. XCOM is not about one person's interests, it is about protecting Humanity! I have worked twice as hard as anyone just so that I can be worthy of the same patch my grandfather once wore, not just because we bear the same name."[/color] Her eyes flickered and widened realizing that her cool, monotone voice had gotten heated and she let out a small cough [color=8664A2]"Good soldiers follow orders and trust in their squadmates. That is all I have to say, Captain."[/color] Even though she considered the Corporal an asshole, she didn't believe in badmouthing superiors. Military doctrine was her code and being in XCOM was her way of connecting to the man once faced a seemingly unbeatable enemy and came out on top.
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