I can't believe I made it, Bridget couldn't help but think as she stared quietly outside the window, she had honestly been certain that she wasn't going to get through Basic at all. She was surprised that she passed with flying colors and at the top of her class, which was why they were sending her here. The last couple of weeks had been Hell and even Bridget had been ready to throw her hands up, but she had stayed strong mentally and had made it through. Finally being off a post she looked up at the tall buildings, it looked exactly like London...but more chaotic it seemed. She never remembered being in stand still traffic before, pedestrians running around cars to get across the street. "How far away are we, sir? I believe I'm considered to be late," her voice held a thick Italian accent, but her tone stayed neutral, with a bit of a dangerous edge to it as she snapped her cold brown gaze to the driver.
"Maybe ten miles," Bridget sighed, crossing her arms. She felt terrible - this was not how she wanted to make a first impression. She took the time to re-do her bun properly, some brunette strands had started to fall out, she repinned them properly and ran a hand casually over her uniform. She looked like any "shiny" - someone fresh out of Basic with no experience. There was a silent "whirring" noise as a cybernetic limb rose and came up for her head to rest upon calmly. Some people wanted the limb to look like actual flesh to them, Bridget didn't. Even if this was dangerous times to be proud of her arm, she still felt she owed the piece of metal, it had saved her life after all and was helping her breath appropriately.
Half an hour later, a cab finally pulled up to her destination, a lone cargo plane sitting with the ramp down. Bridget opened her wallet, looking at the foreign cash perplexed and then took out some bills and handed it to the man. He looked surprised and she hesitated from getting out of the cab, "Did I give you something unreasonable?"
The man was torn between keeping the money and the soft expression on her face, she finally looked like a human with her eyebrows raised and a worried look on her face. He reluctantly handed her the bills, taking a decent enough tip and saying, "much more reasonable now ma'am."
She smiled sheepishly, putting the bills back in her wallet and getting out with a single duffle bag. She dropped her bag on the ground, put her hat on properly, hefted her bag up once more and moved towards the plane at a brisk pace. She was of average height for a woman, 5' 7" (without boots), but her build was definitely different than most woman. She had broad shoulders, a decent chest and a bit wider hips; it was obvious that she was strong, or at least trained herself to be. Bridget understood what her job was: be on the side, unseen. If she had to carry a comrade ten miles, she needed to. If they needed her to move with a large machine gun, she needed to be able to do so, her cybernetic made that possible. Her footsteps were heavy on the ramp, making her approach obvious to everyone as she wasn't trying to keep herself hidden.
"Scusa (apologies), Bridget Mieva, reporting, sir," she said and looked around, she felt the beginning of a blush starting up, it looked as though she was the only one that thought she needed to be in uniform. The most interaction she had with people in the past months was someone yelling at her or barking orders, should she apologize for wearing her uniform? She slid her hat back off of her head and swallowed thickly, trying to think of something to say but simply opted to be silent before her gaze fell to the only thing making noise: a dog panting. Aw!! Her mind immediately screamed, but she forced her gaze away to look at the others expectantly.