Bjorn sat in his room, trying to unwind after a nearly botched mission with the Azerbaijani Prime Minister. Azerbaijan ranked pretty high on the "Bjorn's List of Shitholes" and that list was increasing everyday. When Imran walked in, Bjorn kept reading his book, trying not too take up too much room, but when the team lead mention "Svety", his ears perked. Svety (or Svetlana. Only he was allowed to call her Svety) had been out for quite some time. Despite his soft spot for the amazon, Bjorn knew she could take care of herself. 

"Svety will be fine." he said. "She's never let us down before."

He folded the corner of his Von Clauswitz book and set it down on the table in front of him. "Still, if you think we should go looking for her and Antoine, just say so." Before he could say more, the small microwave in the room dinged. 

"Shit, my hot-pocket is done." He said while strolling over to the microwave.