Mulgrew glanced over to the holographic representation of the AI, indicating his displeasure even while keeping from a full on expression of it. "I see," he replied succinctly, leaving his true feelings unsaid. But there could certainly be something said about the AI not being able to take a nap, or something. 

His eyes widened slightly then as he looked over to see a Spartan entering the room, the Corporal still somewhat awed to be here with them. That could hardly be his fault though, given the near mythical status that had been built up about the Spartans during the war. Anyone else without significant contact with them would act the same way. 

But there was no more time to dwell on that as the meeting began, and he listened quietly as the plan was explained, before they hit some sort of....'Slip-gate', and were on their way. Well then ONI certainly didn't waste their time, did they? Still, it didn't seem too bad he supposed. Certainly it was a step up from fighting the Innies. 

"So what do we do now sir," he asked at that point, now that they were underway. If they had twelve hours to kill, then there was certainly plenty of time to be prepared.