For a moment, Diego was unsure if the woman was trying to compliment him...or insult him with her words. He let it slide though, and soon the two females were speaking about family and missing home. Diego thought about his own home, not much to go back to there. He pushed thoughts like that from his mind, best not get into it at this point right? Ambrosia seemed to have a distinct disconnection from many materialistic and emotional things and ties. He glanced at her, the tell tail signs of quite the hardened soldier. It made him wonder for a moment, what had happened in her past to change her in such a way. Again, it was best not to pry to much into her personal life at this point. He let it drop, before she spoke up about simulations of the other units. He wondered how well the others would take to her poking aroun their units. "That's fine, we can look into that...but you will have to officially clear it with the Chief" he says. Not to mention the others...was an underthought.
The second elevator soon opened, and the three of them were stepping out into a huge and open lab space. There were various areas for various things, and even though it was a bit chaotic, it also seemed quite organized and put together to. "Home sweet home...so to speak" he said, moving to a series of computers at a work station. He began typing on one for a moment, "first thing is first, you will need to fill out the proper documents...protocol and everything. They probably had you sign some similar ones when you were brought in, but these will be directly sent to the chief and in your file." He picked up a file nearby, handing it to her without looking. "Make sure all your medical information as well as prior unit information is legit and up to date...if anything is left out, now is the time to speak up about it." He glanced at her, "we have had incidents where past information has come back to bite someone in the backside."
The computer work was done, so he moved to get the paperwork in order. "Shirley, do you have the release forms that I asked for?" he asks, standard forms that said she agreed to work with the unit, and understood the risks and such that came with it. As well as liability stuff the shareholders were suddenly enacting. Guess the rich did not want to be sued. He looked over the desk for a pen, as he would allow Ambrosia to look over her file, and Shirley to get the needed documents ready. He moved to a table, setting them up so they could get this out of the way, and get to the actual buisiness. This should not take to long, as long as all her information was up to date. He had things pretty much ready to go and all else in order. She would be able to begin working with the unit when all the dotted lines were signed, but she would not see the field, until the chief had signed off on her paperwork . So everything needed to be correct.