Thankfully, Raisa had been saved from the potentially awkward situation by the arrival of the CO. With an all too typical 'settle down', a line she had heard from many an officer giving a briefing, the lights dimmed and the briefing began. Swiftly though she was met with a slight difficulty. While at the beginning she easily understood what the other fox was saying and the initial objectives given, she eventually began to become lost, obsessing somewhat with a splotch on her glasses. When she finally shook herself out of the trance, she realized that perhaps she could better look over the objectives on her PADD. Pressing on two buttons on bottom of the rear part of her helmet, the thin slab slowly slid out. Iyuli PADD's were much thinner and smaller than their LDF counterparts to allow them to be stored in the rear section of the helmet, becoming an integral part of the advanced HUD when stored. Realizing hers wasn't on, she pressed down on the single button for a second so it could turn on.

With a chime, then a hum and a sweeping sound, a multicolor circle with a red LOADING circle at the interior and a few lines of text reading BOOTING SYSTEM, LAUNCHING MAIN CONSOLE, LOAD IN PROGRESS, and a final line displaying the current step, made a full cycle and the step turned to LAUNCHING then READY before the circle disappeared, a honeycomb-esque group of seven hexagons taking its place. Raisa winced when the sounds played, trying to remain discreet and she remarked how simplistic the Iyuli PADD interface was. Most of the hexagons had military related functions, with only the MEDIA hexagon extending to include things that had any semblance to entertainment, though there was no way to install third party applications in sight. Tapping on the MISSION hexagon, then the BRIEFING hexagon lead her to a screen with a more detailed version of the mission objectives, a map and a graphic of her GEAR, with color codes and text indicating the armament recommended for the mission by a program installed in her GEAR's computer.

By this point, she had decided not to listen to Blade, mostly out of preference to the text form of the briefing that allowed more detail, though out of respect she kept an eye on the holographic display even as she scrolled through the information. Stopping on the armament display, she decided to make a few edits to the recommendation. Hitting the icon that allowed the L/OS to learn from the choices she would make, she changed out the left arm's missiles for a blade, changed the right arm's missile type from HEAT to HVSS/SA (High Velocity Surface-Surface/Surface-Air), deciding it would better suit the multi-role combat of the mission, and fitted extra-ammunition carriers to the shoulders before tapping the confirmation button. A small loading circle appeared, indicating the new armaments were being sent to the L/OS, which, at least for Iyuli GEARs, always ran in autonomy even when the rest of the GEAR was shut down, with a constant connection so it could calculate tendencies of the pilot and make recommendations for armaments and sometimes tactics based on past experience. With a chime, the circle once again disappeared, confirming the information had been saved by the L/OS.

"Now - any further questions? Make 'em brief - we're leavin' in ten." She looked up right as the briefing ended. She had already formulated a question as she was reading over the information on her PADD, so she shot her hand up before speaking.

"Regarding the intel, how will it be 'picked up', so to speak? Is it in a physical form or will we be downloading it? If it is in a paper form, I don't suppose one of use will be willing to descend from their GEAR to recuperate the package? If it is downloaded, however, I suspect that it may leave a trace on the downloader, making them an evident target for the adversaries. In any situation, it is a dangerous objective, it seems more like something infantry would be better at." She smiled as she asked this, hoping to contrast her rather critical words. Despite her usually cheery and even clumsy attitude in other situations, when it came down to missions, she was all business and deadly serious, though she attempted to keep a somewhat approachable demeanor. Idly pushing up her glasses, smiling and crossing her legs, she awaited her response.