The captain sighed and looked back at Tarkov, "Sorry about that. I can't really say she's ever different than how she is now. Anyhow, have you been briefed on the mission already? I know some of you arrive with prior briefings."
Larassa calmed herself back down and then resolved to light another cig and smoke it, one of the few things in life that kept her calm for the most part. She sat down on a nearby crate and blew out some cig smoke while she listened to the captain and the merc chat. She already hated this damn mission and she hadn't even received the briefing yet.
"Yes, sir, I have," Tarkov answered, ready to move things along. "We have to infiltrate an old base buried in the southern desert, and recover files from an old contracting company that was operating with some kind of experimental WMD in the area...and you want us to interview locals to see what they know."
Now came the part that he was actually interested in. "Sir, if you don't mind me asking, why did you place us on this op? Sounds more like some kind of military intelligence expedition, not a mission for two hardened fighters and a mounted infantry platoon."
Now it was time to play 'humble clueless soldier'. "I would venture a guess that you want to scale down this operative's range of motion, given her recent record, but I can only speculate... sir," He emphasized 'operative', as if to indicate that she was something more or less than just that title. The sir was tasked on, out of necessity. He needn't ruffle anyone else's feathers in this room.