Serena was doing her best to keep her nerves down, sitting in the interviewee chair with jittery legs and her hands balled up into fists on her knees. Her long, blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and she was dressed in the cadet uniform.

When the door opened, Serena was already standing, smiling before Herc had even begun to speak. Not having to sit all by her lonesome definitely made it easier to keep herself calm. Even if she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. She gave a small nod in greeting and when she spoke, her voice was heavily accented by French.

"Serena Gabena, Sir." She put her hand in his, shaking it as firmly as she could manage, though age and size difference probably meant it didn't amount to too much. "Good morning, Sir."