After several seconds, he put the team's dossiers back in order and nodded. "Hm. Melanie Songwood. Your first assignment, eh? Well, I knew your adopted brother. Chris was a good man around here. They transferred him gods know where, though. He hasn't exactly kept in touch." He flipped the page to the back of the pile and moved on.
"Meara Agnis. Hm. A legacy, eh? Well, doubtless your folks have high expectations for you. Do your job well, but keep yourself alive. I don't appreciate my people taking unnecessary risks. And Geoff Morrison." The captain paused and scrutinized the only man in the room beside himself. "Hm. You prefer a chain, I see. There's uses for those, but be careful not to break out any windows unnecessarily. Our insurance is bad enough. I think I knew a Morrison when I was younger...oh, here it is. Your dad, yeah, he's GBI. I knew him. He used to talk about ya.
He went on to the last two women in the room, frowning at the attractive halfling. "Saphira Oakstaff. Now whose porridge did I piss in to end up with you in my building? Just let me warn you now; you try to do here what you did in Acripole and you'll be parked at a desk so fast it'll make your head spin. And that just leaves you, Miss..." The captain froze, squinted, and then made a face. "Dendara? What's yer last name, honey?"