Saryll had been happy to sit back and watch the others interact as she sized them up, but when Osten made indirect mention of her, she decided it would be impolite not to respond. Leaning forward and letting the lock of hair she had been chewing fall from her mouth - an idle habit she had no intention of giving up - and gave what she hoped would be taken as a genuine smile. "I'm Saryll, or Sergeant Chase if that's what gives you your jollies, and I'm going to be stealing your kills before you mark them as the designated sniper of the unit. I'm also going to be telling you to run into enemy fire for shits and giggles while I sit on the other end of a scope fifteen hundred meters away because someone thought I'd make a good field tactician." She paused for effect before her demeanour broke and she chuckled slightly. "I believe I'm going to be relying on you" she said, giving a gesture half-way between a wave and a pointed finger towards Chris "For enemy numbers and the details I don't see, like the fact that the good doctor's skin is still a little thin, but that should be fine in a few minutes."
Saryll cast a glance around the room at the soldiers posed nonchalantly now their commanding officer was absent. She brushed the lock of hair she had been chewing behind her ear and leaned forwards, lowering her voice and tone so those gathered had to lean in slightly to hear. "I really don't want to be necessary on this trip, or any of us at all except to land on planets and give the OK. And if we contact intelligent life, I will personally see anyone who fires on them without provocation jettisoned from the starboard cargo bays. Plural."
