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Mainwaring listened to the confident medic and flushed his eyebrows upward in a 'we’ll-see-about-that motion, "So long as they were NATO forces, I'll trust you are." He opened his mouth to ask another question, "Just to confirm you are a Fre-" Was all that he could say before his attention was taken up by the girl he had read was a novice.

Standing to attention and declaring herself, it was a good start at least. "Lieutenant, at ease." His own hand returned a half-bothered salute in the British fashion. Having the two of them side by side made his stomach wrench slightly; it was an alien environment to his usual work place.
"As I have just asked the lieutenant here, I trust you know why you are here and what is to be expected of you?" Gareth didn't wait for an answer, instead he thumbed through the rookie's file in front of him again, looking for the phrases and past errors to question her upon, "If not you shouldn't be here rookie. I know that the governments of our own countries have been very keen to be a part of this program but I do question some of the reasons why they have chosen who they have." His face was stone hard as his unimpressed eyes trailed over the American, "You are an engineer and a rookie," The captain's voice resonated with distaste, "What experience do you really have in the field Jacobson?"

If it was to be between the two, as much as he may have been against it, he would have chosen the medic. Celeste's recorded "resilience in the heat of battle" gave him much more hope than the merits this Jacobson had. It might have been his stereotypical ignorance to the rest of the world, but he wasn't much of a fan of either nationality the two before him held, the American military was tarnished in his eyes due to there actions in the Middle East, and the French were probably the most successful combatants in history, European Socialists... he quietly thought to himself.