[b]MTF Omega 1 report to the briefing room[/b]

Octavia jerked awake with a start, her body programmed from years of military service to wake immediately and fully, and scowled at the clock beside her bed. No matter how many she saw, she still hated mornings especially when the sun hadn't even risen yet. She muttered under her breath about 'bloody primitive hours' and 'getting up before dawn should be banned' as she washed and dressed. She efficiently redid her thick red hair into a braid and ensured she had gulped down her customary two cups of coffee. She would have preferred a third but regretfully decided there was no time for it. Satisfied that she looked presentable, or at least as presentable as anyone could be at his godforsaken hour, she left her quarters. 

Opening the door of the briefing room she realised she was one of the first to arrive with only her commander and a man in a suit already in attendance. She nodded at the man in the suit and then looked at Jenkins. "Sir, Octavia McKenzie reporting for duty." Her Scottish accent was prominent even after years away from her homeland. "Though you can call me Mac or Doc, most do."