Letting out a slight sigh, she admitted the untold truth: she was nervous. And why shouldn’t she be? This would be his first impression of her as an agent, the last thing she wanted to do was accidentally screw it up, especially over something small. This is what she signed up for, though; even though she highly doubted she would look stellar to a seasoned assassin, not looking too ridiculous was her goal, as well as showing at least a bit of potential. Dammit. It was too late to back out now, she’d committed to this time, and she damn well wasn’t going to make up some pathetic excuse to get out of it until another day.
Sucking up the bit of nerves, she was swift in changing into a more training appropriate attire, standard issue of course. Arriving at the training deck, Alex began cracking her knuckles slightly out of habit and releasing tension, as well as keeping her hands from fidgeting. “Barton?” Her reasonable self assumed that maybe she had beaten him there, but her paranoia spoke differently. Maybe training had started the second she walked through that sliding door.