Beckett looked at Jack when he came out. "You look ready. At ease." he said. "I can tell your uneasy and thats good. Better to be nervous now than in a fight with a Kaiju. Trust me, if you really have what it takes you dont have to worry about making a mistake. You wont." he shrugged his shoulders then and waited for Milo. He didnt mind waiting. It gave him a chance to breathe.
Mako accepted Emmett's hand. "My apoligies Mr. Hauser. We were delayed a notification of your arrival." she stepped back and wrote down his room number. 120. It was just down the hall from Iris's room...and speaking of Iris...
"If you are ready, we are having Jaeger candidate trials now. Please follow me." she said walking away. She led him to the training room and saw Iris sitting with her eyes closed. She gestured to her. "There she is. Good luck trying to impress her. I would stay but i am needed elsewhere." she gave him a smile and left, making herway to where the simulation would take plae.
Iris heard her mentor come into the room, likely with someone as she heard Mako talking.
Iris stayed quiet until she heard her leave then she opened her eyes. Before her was another man, older than her without a doubt as his appearance was of one who had survived alot. She held her head high as she called him over. "Hello there..." she looked at his folder. "Emmett Hauser." She stood and noticed he was also, like the others, quite taller than her. "My name us Iris Dvorak, and im here to see if you have the skills to be a Ranger. Shoes off and step forward, please." she added the please at the end hoping to show though she was in badass mode, she was polite enough to respect his age.
Iris was used to meeting other pilots and candidates older than her. She beat Marshall Beckett for the title of youngest Jaeger pilot to date. Since she was 10, she trained with Mako Mori and even after suffering a broken leg at 15, she became one at age 16, a year younger than the current Marshall. In the years before many people didnt take her seriously because if her age. Now 19, she had adopted her act of appearing more mature to avoid the laughter of candidates, who at the end she would beat to a pulp and then reject.
As she stepped up to him she raised his arms, looking at both. His muscle tone was good. She walked around him like she usually ded with her recruits. The physical attributes helped her form the idea of the best Jaeger for them, assuming they could pass the tests. "I need you to tell me why you want to be a Ranger. Convince me with words that you have what it takes..." she returned to the front of him and crossed her arms. "And, tell me what you would eat in any given day."