Shona had rushed to join the unit as they stood at attention. The colonel's ensuing speech was both reassuring and worrying. A new unit experimenting with new, unconventional tactics - and she had been chosen to join it? She had a growing suspicion that she was one of the ones who'd been sent to him, rather than one of his own picks. She could so easily picture it - send the embarrassing rookie to the unit you want to see fail. Kill two birds with one stone. Shona's ears drooped slightly at the thought.
Surely the Colonel wouldn't have accepted anyone he thought would be a liability, though, right? She had to believe that was the case - and she would have to work her ass off to make sure her placement here wasn't something he regretted.
Once the unit fell out, Shona had started towards the Colonel, noticing that the wolf from before - Ashers, she noted - had the same idea. She stood to one side, listening quietly as Silver explained his earlier words. We're investigating ghost GEARs? She thought to herself, a little dubiously. That was the sort of spooky story that spread around an R&D unit like wildfire, and she'd heard a few versions of it herself. They were really good stories, combining the tendency of pilots to anthropomorphise their units with the idea that it might be technically possible, albeit extremely improbable. Ashers expressed her doubts in a much blunter fashion than Shona would have had the guts to, and the bat turned her eyes to see the colonel's reaction.
She smiled a little as another member of the unit, a fox, chipped in. He sounded like a man after her own heart. "I'm pretty sure the cruiser's sensor suite would be enough to home in on any weird transmissions by itself." She said, stepping a little closer. "Maybe with a few GEARs or planes with sensor packs to triangulate, for the wireless messages. Oh, um, Shona Bell." She added belatedly.