Siren stares at the Cobra for a while longer, either considering her options, or just hesitating. She never particularly had a reason to show her face to her fellow Agents. Frankly it was more comfortable when others couldn't get a read on her, no matter what. She wasn't important. What she did was important.
"Fine." She replies, and for a moment sounding exceedingly worn out as she agrees, standing up straight, and bringing her hand up to her helmet. A quiet hiss is heard as her respirator deactivates, and the seal of her helmet is broken. She peels the bit of technology and head protection off over her ears and brown hair, probably a bit longer than regulation as it was crammed in the helmet. She turns her green gaze up at the man after setting the helmet down on the table, and between the tell-tale signs of sleep deprivation, and the slight haze to her eyes, it was obvious her health was almost tertiary to everything else she did. Or perhaps, her career had already taken its toll on her health. "So far, I've told you little because even I know little." Her gaze focused on Cobra, yet never really looked at him. "There will be no attack for the time, not unless it becomes urgent. I know the people who fought for this gate, but I know not their benefactors. I suspect the benefactors are the nomad agents I spoke of, not the government officials. No, I don't think they've managed to bypass our system yet."
"The system the supergate is in is dubbed Alaska. A secret, but yet the name has been spoken more than I would have ever liked it to be." She inhales as she collects herself once more. "It is where Liberty's forces develop technologies for her defense, and, where people like you would probably disappear to if you were ever captured alive." She huffs out a breath, growing impatient with herself. "Everything I've told you has been.. roughly summarized. I can go into detail on something if I have any to share. And I'm certain you have your own questions, Cobra."
