Being paired with regular grunts wasn't exactly on her wishlist. They lacked the training she had and they had an almost fatalistic need to constantly have an alpha in their midst. Someone they looked up to and took commands from. There was always a very clear hierarchy in the military and it took a specific mindset to be okay with that. Nat wasn't of that mindset. Sure, she took orders from her superiors, but she could and had been paired with other 'alphas' without butting heads. They knew what they were good at, where their skills lay, and they played up to them. With grunts, it was a constant pissing match while measuring their dicks, all while smashing beer cans on their head to prove who was entitled to rule the roost, so to speak.

She'd been told this one had training, but as he was, at the end of the day, a grunt, she was doubtful. But right now, he was all she had, so alienating him right off the bat before she got to see if he'd be any use beyond as target practice wasn't her go-to reaction.

So when he spoke, she slitted her eyes open (having been listening for the approaching stealth copter that hadn't arrived yet), glancing at him and wondering just how nice she felt like being. "Inevitably. How, however, depends on you. What's your skill set, soldier?"