Taylor leaned against the wall while listening to the briefing. Ordinarily, this kind of job just wasn't what Taylor would take, going out to lead an offensive against some self-proclaimed freedom fighters, but the market for escort and private security was getting a little thin lately and she needed the money. When the dossier detailing the enemy frames was tossed out onto the table, Taylor leaned her head to get a look. She'd encountered something of this capability only a handful of times before; the kind of bandits she'd run into in her line of work rarely could even afford something like that second-rate kind of frame. There was a taciturn, blank stare on Taylor's face all the while, if she was thinking anything at the moment no one was going to be able to guess it just by looking at her.

When Ryder dismissed them to discuss among themselves, Taylor pushed off against the wall and straightened herself up. She tied her belt a little more tightly, as it had come loose and allowed the front of her flight suit to open, revealing the receiver of an unusually large pistol and the handle of a knife tucked inside of each side of her suit's torso, both last-ditch weapons in case her frame was disabled. She cinched the belt shut, closing the opening of her suit as she wandered towards the rest of her new teammates. Everyone seemed to be picking out roles that they felt they were able to serve best. Alexander appeared to want to take on a long-range role, and Taylor felt maybe that might be where she herself should begin.

"During the initial assault, I think I'll support him," Taylor briefly paused to gesture towards Alexander, "Then I'll move in to engage at close range once the battle is underway, but I'll need to link up with someone, I'm not exactly keen on trying to fight on my own."

She put her hands into her pockets, leaning her head to look across at Gunther, "You, Gunther's your name, right? If you have no objections I'll join you once the first salvo has been fired."