Olivia's head was buried in her arms as she sat at her table in the mess hall. She was surrounded by some other group of soldiers on the base, but they knew she was trying to take a nap. They had been conversing and gossiping about whoever and whatever they did. Occasionally, the gossip did intrigue Olivia, but that wasn't very common. She gave up on trying to fall asleep, due to the massive amount of noise that was emitting within the mess hall. She looked up and groaned, one of the local soldiersgiving her a weird look. "Welcome back, sleepy head."

Olivia responded with a simple groan, rubbing her eyes as she did so. As she looked around, she could see the local Brit, Andrew Marshal all isolated and in his own zone. Which was a nice thing, since he was actually able to be in his own zone. She eyed him briefly, before she saw what she dubbed the "Big Bad Brit", Huscarl. She leaned low and eyed the two, wondering if something was going on. Huscarl was going to be the leader of their fireteam, and would be taken on some super duper top secret missions. The thought of that made her think she was some sort of special agent for the FBI, only she wasn't. She was just an ex-SEAL on a special task force.

The Chinese-born girl eyed the two, wondering what they were conversing about. If Huscarl was only conversing with Marshal, then it probably didn't concern her at all. Or it concerned her exponentially more than the gossip the people were yakking on about.