Blaze is already striding for the door, armored up and trailing tattered cloth from her hip. She's forgone most of her usual weaponry, keeping just a chunky sidearm with her as she often does when in non-hostile environments. This is a day for diplomacy, after all. Her unease shows mainly in the way she doesn't stop to take a good look at the place: there's a cursory glance to take in tactical details and then she's knocking on the door. Ghost hovers at her shoulder, looking almost as determined as his Exo partner.

Her expression does soften very subtly when Steve opens the door. "Hey, Steve. Are we all set to play covert ops?"