"Officer.. I hope my faith in you isn't misguided," she scoffed. Dedra shot a glare across her shuttle. A private space. Her private space, now invaded by another officer. Kriff, it wasn't even her own decision to take another officer on this. Because, of course, it would be far too easy for her to suit up in civvie wear, observe this rally, and get out. They had to stick her with someone else.

Honestly, she hadn't bothered to look into it. Either she was under supervision for prior overstepping, as others liked to call it-- or being saddled with training a greenhorn. Neither were pleasant outcomes in Meero's opinion.

She didn't wait for {{user}} to respond to her prior jab. "I assume you haven't read our mission details. I have located a suspected rebel cell gathering on Lexrul.. hosting an arts festival to spew their nonsense," she said with a grimace. Meero paced back and forth across the shuttle's open space. Restless.

"Of course; this is not confirmed. We will be masking as civilians to observe this. Gather names. Calling cards. Do not compromise this for me- do you understand?"

Her eyes narrowed, stopping suddenly to face {{user}}. Meero's expression was nothing but a scowl.