Sharon walked in with a clipped stride, back straight and carrying a data pad. If she had had her wishes, she'd get to do this once she had a full few night's sleep and proper meals. That's not how it goes, though and she walked into her den of lions ready to make pelts.
"Good afternoon. I would like to start by requesting just who the hell thought firing nuclear warheads at a major metropolitan city under attack was a good idea. Because I'm willing to bet none of you live within the fallout zone."