[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/dbddec46-0651-413f-9edd-b8445a3f3d11.png[/img][/center] [sup][i][color=e9afc8]Right now I'm listening to: [url=https://youtu.be/mFga3taRFeQ]something kinda tense[/url].[/color][/i][/sup] Indra nods to Noel's response to her, and catches a stranger's eyes as they send her a wave. She replies with a little bow of her fingers, a- oh- Is she... The- that woman. Her surprise is probably showing. Noel had [i]said[/i] Qingshe and all, but she'd kind of... [i](holy shit that really is Lei Qingshe isn't it?)[/i] No- she's the kind of woman who'll make her regret staring like that. She drops her hand and overwrites whatever limp expression she'd had with a friendly smile, before turning back to watch the questions. This is going to be something to think about later. The questions turn out to be kind of wacky. Starting with some Greek boy saying the Seven Virtues want him to lead them [i](they have a hierarchy?)[/i] and Noel's prompt reveal that Alan Turing is - what, like - the father of magic? - and then some woman with what appears to be a preteen in her lap and a private's badge starts questioning Noel's [i](admittedly weird, but)[/i] command and- And [i]fuckingLeiQingshe[/i] stands up for about three minutes of sarcastic-sounding monologue? Indra is feeling... um. Yeah, that about sums it up. She's also feeling the beginnings of a headache. Half of these words have slipped right past her and she doesn't know where to begin with processing. What she's sure of is that if this team is always like this there's going to be a problem. She's not the first in command right now and hardly the most experienced with this team or the circumstances out here, but she's got a brass badge and she's thinking about that fight 12 hours away, which might make her unique in this room. Second Lieutenant Larsdottir stands up. [color=e9afc8]"With respect to everyone here - I think it would be most productive right now to discuss the mission that's right in front of us. I don't know... what all this Disabler-shit means, besides that Makaraig needs to sit some time before I'd put anyone's life in his hands, and I don't think that's up for debate."[/color] She takes a breath. The swear kind of slipped out. Everybody at home said that Arms Master officers are even worse than the "real thing" when they didn't think she was listening... [color=e9afc8]"What [i]I'm[/i] thinking is, do we have any command structure outside of this room, or any way to coordinate right now with the rest of the force that'll be at Mischief Reef? It sounds like we're going into this seriously underpowered and on very short notice, so every second spent not planning is very probably a lot of lost lives."[/color] She glances back to Noel, and directly addresses him. [color=e9afc8]"First thing I want to say in terms of concrete strategizing - I'm not much of an air-to-air asset. I don't throw guided missiles, so I'm not likely to even scare an aircraft unless I get very close. I'm artillery first. Thank you, though, for the, ah... affable personality comment."[/color] She watches her immediate superior's expression for any sign that she's spoken out of turn. Everybody's doing that anyway, but it feels like a time for bad first impressions, and she'd rather not be one of them. [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/be913d0f-6ea0-4943-bd00-f7149a871868.png[/img][/center] Hannie is withdrawing again. This back-and-forth and here-and-there all feels very complicated and ultimately seems to be about nothing at all. Kaitlyn seems to have it handled, though, so she settles in on one of the only other people who appear to have no interest in this discussion. Is Nil making a new friend? Kaitlyn's chin drops onto her head. She blinks. Well. She can't go see Nil like this. She just watches from a distance, and hopes the strange man talking to her is being nice. He looks Chinese, but like in a real way, not like whatever the snake is... Oh, look. Another strange woman stands up and starts talking. She huffs. She's kind of used to sitting through long silly talks, but they never got fun at home, and they aren't any better here.