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Hannie takes a moment to process the fact that she'd just been called "Private Calvert," and then quietly but visibly relaxes in her seat. While there's nothing fun about being here at all, what she's getting is that she's staying away from...
...
The images don't come to mind anymore when she calls for them. She's not sure why, but she's not mad.
This will be okay. It'll be like those shows, some tall guy in a mask says "scalpel" and she'll be right there with a scalpel. And she'll save people. Maybe give them lollipops after.
She follows Noel's attention to find Kaitlyn, and gives a little smile when she catches Kaitlyn's eyes already seeking her.

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[i]A few hours ago
A dark shape on the horizon soon proves not to be a bird, or a plane. Soldiers at their stations recoil and check their weapons as a woman dives from the sky, wings spread and spear in-hand. She flips herself and slows just short of the ground with a single, heavy wingbeat, and drops on her feet. She greets the men with a smile, going for a breast pocket on her tiny pink leather jacket.

"Halt," says one, stepping forward. "Identify yourself."

This proves a touch unnecessary, as the woman extracts and presents an ID card in the middle of his sentence.

[color=e9afc8]"Indra Larsdottir, second lieutenant, B-B-A-B-C-C, just assigned to Obsidian, someone should've told you I was coming. I have no transportation and I'm alone, here's my bag."[/color]
She runs down her points quickly and matter-of-factly, in a somewhat dense Swedish accent that doesn't glaze the "i" in lieutenant.

Her wings quiver and wink out together with the spear, and she unstraps a duffelbag from her back. Weapons are lowered a bit. "Valkyrie" doesn't translate in Tagalog, so she knows what one of the men in the back says to the rest, and she flashes a brighter smile at him. Being recognized by strangers is... something she's getting used to, at least. But she didn't think it would happen away from home.[/i]

There hasn't been time to make friends yet. Indra, out of her favorite outfit and into something more standard-military - though she got her way with a custom pin depicting spread fluffy silver wings, just under the rank pin - sits anywhere for the briefing, tracking Noel as he addresses his audience, making mental notes of names and faces. After lingering a bit on Lotus Squadron to internalize all of them in one go, she raises an eyebrow at Noel, to find he's already moved on.

She raises her hand. When she gets her turn...
[color=e9afc8]"First Lieutenant, right? Second Lieutenant Larsdottir. We should step aside later to get to know each other, and perhaps discuss where I'm best used."[/color]
She lets her hand drop, casting quickly over the audience around her before settling to watch for the reply.
Very stiff. Very professional. Maybe she can be more herself in private.