Max watched Jackson leave, and she rubbed her temple. He had trouble with closed spaces, and she'd already realized he was paranoid. It was normal for a soldier that had seen combat, and she knew this wasn't the best situation for him to be in. Truthfully, she didn't even know if the kid was a loose cannon yet; there hadn't been enough time. As for Hadley, she gave him a look. "I didn't know about this when you came in," she said, firm and truthful. She would have taken the job as the lead name-sale agent if she'd had even the smallest clue. Who knows what would have happened with that, though, and there wasn't any point wishing for things. Life had taught her that years ago.
"We'll need to move fast on this," she said. "Not to pressure anyone, but if we want our names to be on those toe tags, then we have to be fast about it." Simple. It wasn't complicated, but then she always found things like this to be less complicated than paperwork and channels.
"Hadley's in, Rawling's in. Davis' in. Jackson's... thinking. Corvus? McKendrick?" She paused, not remembering the Rogue's surname, because he'd been "The Rogue" for so long, so she just quirked a brow at Davis. After all, he was sleeping with the guy.