One on One meeting: James David McIntyre
She nods.
"Ah, I see. You'll find we are a literal people." She notes, regards the joke. "But not without humor." She adds.
"I've always preferred individual PT, but I know some of the Western nations are more used to group activities. My sense is that, if the person can pass their PT test by either individual or group training, than I'm fine with that, if not, then steps will need to be taken." She says.
"That said, I am fond of group sports activities. And, I'll be more than happy to endorse Sports Badges for non-Finn personnel. I'll issue them, even if their parent organizations may not authorize them for uniform wear once they return to them. But while in the 11th the can wear them when appropriate." She says. It may seem a little thing, but, it might be a good way to foster higher morale.
"One other thing before we need to return lest we be sorely missed. Back to the topic of Ready, Fire, Aim. One of our junior officers. Lieutenant Levina. I see a lot of potential, she was tossed into flight lead when the shit hit the fan and performed admirably. I could have taken over command of the flight once we'd, well, I'd determined her rank was junior to mine, but I didn't. I saw no reason to. Again, she performed admirably, which, is why I requested her for this squadron. But, she is a bit, whats the term...'Gung Ho?'" She says, scratching her chin. "Which I guess is fitting as she is one your countries Marines." She says as she sips from her mug. "I'd like to move her back into a Flight Command position, but I think a bit of grooming is required first. I've spoken about this with Captain Lopez, so, he is aware, and I'm letting you know so that you will be as well. Especially given your new department responsibilities." She pauses and then adds. "You can of course tell her as much, or as little, of this as you wish, and in any way you see fit. I leave that to your discretion."
She sits silently, waiting to see if Captain McIntyre has any more questions.