Shuo's response to Shiva's criminal record was surprisingly neutral. If fact, with how he replied, perhaps he was one of the few officers Shiva would serve under that could [i]remove[/i] the stick up their arse if they needed to. Shiva considered for a moment, looking at Shuo with her head angled forward, then replied with a nonchalant "Yes sir," before looking off to one side again.

Before long, the dropship reached its landing point, letting in rays of sunlight and a blast of hot air as the ramp lowered. Shiva was in two minds about leaving her belongings on the craft, but it was the only sensible choice by the sound of it.

Despite Shuo's comment as they disembarked, Shiva was distracted by the metropolis of Concord. She looked up at all the buildings and vehicles whizzing between them. She didn't even notice the security drone giving her a quick inspection right next to them. Having been in the military service or the hospitality of the government most of her life, she didn't get to see much of any cities often, and this one was particularly impressive. Too bad the climate was rather barmy.

Their destination building seemed to be three different buildings trying to disguise as one. Shiva imagined a situation where architects from all three nations of the assembly were locked in a room and literally wrestled over the design controls, eventually coming up with the incoherent mess before them. Well, at least it served its purpose.

The quick walk to their briefing was silent. It eventually reached a waiting room with a couple of rothians seated next to each other, gaudy clothing and all, and an unnerving looking dirophyd by a window. Shuo saw fit to seat himself down on a couch opposite the rothians. Seeing as there was plenty of room for both Shiva and Shuo on the couch, and it looked like the most comfortable Masulu seating in the lobby, Shiva followed his lead and took a seat as well.

Shiva held her hands in her lap and looked over the rothians with an slightly unsure face as Shuo interacted with one of them. Rothians on the battlefield were one thing, but Shiva never really go to meet many up close. She could never read their alien faces, and the experience that came with their age was always slightly intimidating. By the sound of it, it was possible that the rothians would be part of the inter-species team, same with the dirophyd.

As though their arrival times had been sequenced due to a grand higher plan, it was barely a minute before a different dirophyd entered and approached the group, followed by a human and another rothian. At least the human shared her name, and even had the courtesy to provide a more pronounceable nickname. Shiva waved to them all in greeting. Every single time she encountered alien species, she was thankful for the standard issue translation implant that she, as well as probably everyone present, had. But still, sometimes subtle communication was just enough. Besides, she still wasn't quite sure which boundaries to push with her new CO. Everyone here was probably a rather high rank in their own jurisdictions, and Shiva didn't know the social metagame.