Penn was not too far off from the briefing room when the announcement came over the speakers, F.I.L.S.S calling the top ranked members of this merry group of soldiers off to some brief. The group was far larger than the normal ones sent out, it seemed from previous call outs and chatter from lower ranked soldiers. Considering he was not occupied of otherwise indisposed at that particular moment, he was able to wander over to the indicated room in rather short time, in his armor as he found a place to sit down, while nowhere specific or near any spots that might hold some significant meaning for one reason or another, and set his helmet down on the table. He leaned back in the chair a fair bit, using the reclined position to relax while waiting for the other members he hadn't seen for some time to arrive. His arms were crossed across his chest, as well as he could over the increased bulk his chest piece had at any rate, and began playing the waiting game, wondering who would actually come walking in after him for the brief.