Othello matched her smirk with his own and just like that he was feeding his idea, "Can you make me look like a woman? I mean what's going to make them feel...kinda more comfortable...than a woman?"

“Oh you’re gonna be the prettiest,” Regan teased with juvenile glee. There was something basely delightful about the idea. Regan wasn’t above having a little fun when circumstances allowed. Though perhaps she should learn to be more careful.

Oh, well. Learning was for squares.

“I’ll see what I can track down,” Regan said, “In the meantime, I’ll do some digging on our target. You just get ready. No doubt this isn’t going to be an easy one.”

"Good, find out what you can and debrief me, we will do this right and no one will ever remember the Coheed dock fire of 827," he teased a little with Regan himself, "and I'm always ready, had my gear loosely packed since the Commander mentioned it. See you soon kiddo," and with that Othello gave Regan a reassuring hand squeeze before turning to depart.