Saryll listened with passing interest to the questions and answers being thrown across the room, but gave up all faith in the nobility of the mission at the sentence "Slaughter everything you see as a threat" she silently mouthed the words to herself, staring into space. The words tasted bitter in her mouth, even without properly saying them. They were being told to shoot anything they saw that looked funny. It was wrong, just plain wrong that instead of working around the problem and solving it, that the Earth's military forces thought the best way through the problem was to throw destruction at it.
With effort, she drew her mind from dwelling on those thoughts and tried to focus back on the conversation, but couldn't, instead letting her eyes play across the team, taking in the little details no-one appreciated. A mole on someone's neck, the beginnings of a bald spot or just the tiny little movements of facial muscles as people registered and reacted.
There were noises too, things hard to notice until the source of the sound was, like the rustle of clothing as people shifted, or the scratch of pencil on paper. Saryll quietly read the growing list of notes, detailing every little thing. One side of the page even had the beginnings of profiles of people that could just as easily have been garnered from personnel files if they had been requested. It was remarkable how much people missed by simply not asking. She quietly stood and made her way in an ambling fashion towards Pax, as if merely stretching her limbs. She bent down and whispered in his ear "I'm curious, because you have no file worth reading, does that make you think no-one else has one either?"