Natasha sat through the briefing near the back of the room, and as it went on her expression became more and more judgmental. [i]That shouldn't have even qualified as a briefing,[/i] she thought to her self. [i]All of the questions I had haven't been answered. ...Hopefully the next "meeting" will be better. That is, if they ever decide on a time,[/i] she finished as she rolled her eyes. She could go on with her inner monologue but she decided to prioritize food - after all, it had been a long time since she last ate. Soon she found a cafeteria, and as she was filling her tray with various foods she spied her Number Two sitting. [i]Angel's the only one,[/i] she mused. [i]Odd.[/i] With her tray full and nobody she hadn't met before in sight, she sat down across the table from her wingman. "Hi, Angelika. Hope you don't mind me sitting here," she said with a brief smile. She observed Angelika's tray curiously. "Things go ok for you in the air?"