"Thank you general," Maya answered quietly, blinking sadly and letting her face fall for a moment as if reliving an old memory before returning to the present. For a moment she wanted to ask whether putting grief aside became easier as you got older, the memory of her own mother's murder still hanging over her, but that was another identity in another universe and the general would not understand.
"I've been in quite a few firefights, but that was because I had to, really I was looking for a position in logistics, I've helped manage my cell's supplies in the past, perhaps I could do more of the same here?" Working as a soldier would take her far longer to gather the intel and contacts she wanted, but if she were to work in the staff it would fall right into her lap.