"Beau," she replies, dropping the ear back on top of the rest of the costume before reaching over to shake his hand. Her grip is strong, and her hands are ridged with calluses, nails clipped brutally short. She studies him closely, eyes slightly narrowed. "Beta - that makes you, what, third in command of this facility? Give or take the inevitable seniority bullshit."

She may not be particularly interested in the prospect of advancing up the chain of command. That doesn't mean she didn't pay attention when the training touched on rank.