Allison looked over the group with a practiced eye, examining them in several categories - the results of her extensive cross-training.
First, the military aspect, as dictated by the threat scale. The man two seats over was obviously a military man. He was large, muscled, looked like he had seen combat, and was fiddling with his pistol. From his body language, it looked like he was having a conversation, but Allison heard nothing.
That guy is probably going to be the coolest out of everyone if there's combat. Maybe he has a sort of internal computer system that he's referencing while he's fiddling with that gun.
The others ranked rather far below the armored assaultman, and there wasn't too much of note. Allison figured that if it came to shooting, she would stick close to the large man, give him support fire, and follow whatever directions it gave. It seemed to be the safest option, if it came to fighting.
Psychologically, Allison couldn't figure out much yet. She was sure that she would be able to "figure them out" as they worked together more, but for now, there wasn't too much information.
Except for the fact that there's quite a few armored people here, and all that obsession over their personal weapons...
Mentally, she had already classified the group members into easy archetypes that she could remember quickly. The big man, obviously, was the assaultman. The woman next to her, who had just stood up, was the pilot. The one on the other side of her, Allison couldn't quite tell what she used to do, for now she was the rogue. The twitchy scientist type, fairly easily fell into the role of the techie. The alien-looking one, with strange skin and hair, fit the role of the mystery quite well. That left herself, who seemed to be both the doctor and the talker for this group.
Done with her preliminary overview, Allison caught the attention of the briefing lady and asked "Has all our requested equipment been readied for us on the Newton? And how long will our transit to the Ikari system be?"