Upon entry to the bay, one of the lounging operatives called the room to attention, even though a far superior officer stood not even ten feet from him. "Really..?"
The officer, clearly recognisable as Murray, proceeded to approach Nova, shaking her hand briefly. "Agent.. or is it Operative? It's always confusing here.." The twing in her voice sounded much more apparent than it ever could over comm. It sounded less Sirian than the rest of the people in the room, with a slight hint of Bretonian to top it off.
"Regardless, I'm glad you're here. As you can see here, we're beginning stage one. I'd like to have you spearhead it, if you're not too busy with something else."
