“Oh! Good, I uh, I’m glad I’m not just uh, a surprise.”

Mostly, anyway. When people knew you were coming, they tended to have expectations. Messenger wasn’t entirely sure she could meet them. Even with the last year of conditioning and training since the operation…she still felt brand new. And now she really was new, to nine people much more experienced and skilled at fighting…let alone killing.  

She was especially aware of the fresh buzz cut already itching against her implants. Messenger went to put a hand on the back of her neck, but flinched as she felt the metal there fused into her spine. Her hand went back into her pocket. She made an effort to offer Medic a smile though, even if it was pretty clearly a nervous one.

At the same time that the team would have been talking and wondering about her, Messenger had been reading up on each of them. Medic, she’d already heard a lot about. Her fear toward him was more a logical “this man has a body count and penchant for human experimentation so maybe don’t piss him off” sort of precaution. 

In reality, she was trying very hard to make a good impression and not immediately give away her intense excitement and curiosity about his work. This was her chance to establish herself as a professional instead of devolve into some annoying, bouncy puppy dog.

That being said, she took his assurance not to worry with a slight grain of salt. She did make an effort to relax her posture a bit, at least. 

“I had my last checkup two days ago as my last exam for clearance,” she nodded and rustled around in her bag for a moment, “My updated files…” 

Messenger approached Medic and offered him the packet.

 “The cerebral and nervous implants weren’t detailed in your last briefing in case I failed or died during the last couple tests. Security measure, ‘parently. But, well, at least The Administrator is being forthcoming on my…secondary purpose. As her, uh, personal intel proxy.”

She looked away from him with an embarrassed grimace.