A teenage girl enters the room, looking rushed and harried. She's holding a patched up munitorum ready bag that has seen better days that seems to be overflowing due to being poorly packed. She's attempting and failing to stuff the contents in by force. (hyperlink to her description
here)
"Sir!" she snaps a smart salute at the briefing officer, allowing what seems to be a lascutter to slowly slide out of the bag.
Heading off the briefing officer's raised left eyebrow and annoyed look she blurts out "I grabbed my ready-bag when I was summoned for the briefing, sir, and I was detained for a search by the guard due to the explosives that set off the ward auspex...." the lascutter sags out of the bag. She is oblivious, so is the briefing officer. You watch in helpless fascination, wondering if it will clatter to the floor. You think to mention something but the briefing officer speaks.
"That's no excuse, Acolyte, grenades
are permitted by the ward auspex" the vocoder rasps, somehow managing to convey his annoyance even through the normally flat vocoder. His frown deepens.
"It was..uh" the lascutter makes it's escape, clattering loudly on the floor, she winces "...a melta bomb, sir...then I had to repack my bag..." A bright crimson blush works it way up her face.
"A melta bomb? I see." the vocoder on his chest intones. The briefing officer's face is unreadable, but he is no longer frowning. There might be the twitch of a smile starting. There is a rasp of static from the vocoder - at first you think it might be malfunctioning - no,no, it was a sigh "I suppose I must re-do the briefing presentation, then."
"Not necessary, sir, I can download it from the servitor recording to my dataslate, sir." The briefing officer nods his assent. The girl, looking close to shedding tears of relief, crawls under the table to get her lascutter. "Please state your name for the record," he requests.
A muffled response, undecipherable. She reappears, triumphantly grasping the lascutter, and wipes the dust off of her knees, and then off her hands by wiping them on her ready bag.
"Ynes Kultrayn,"she spells it out" Y-N-E-S K-U-L-T-R-A-Y-N, Electro-Priest, rank Acoloyte." The briefing officer's lips twitch upwards again.
She turns towards the other team members at the table as if seeing them for the first time. Recognizing Mordecai's military dress, she salutes him with her now clean free hand, and nods to Quintos. Still blushing, she takes her seat at the table, and another seat for her bag. She pulls a dataslate from the bag and extends an electro-graft dataprobe from her right index finger and inserts it into a port in the left spine, studiously avoiding eye contact.