Entirely engrossed in his writing, Henry was unaware as the young woman sat beside him. His notes consisted of rough calculations, scrawled notes, and the occasional squiggle of ink after his biro had frozen up. Having never parachuted in his life - let alone into enemy territory - he was attempting to work through the logistics of such a feat, and regrettably coming up short handed. 

As he took a moments break from his writing Henry looked up to glean some form of inspiration from the rather uninspiring interior of the truck, and to his surprise noticed the girl to his side. With a hand covering her mouth she appeared to be... Laughing? It certainly appeared that she was laughing, but no sound was emanating from her mouth. For a split second Henry considered that he may have lost his hearing when the sounds of chatter from outside of the truck assured him that he was not, in fact, deaf. 

Henry was about to ask the girl if she was ok, but in his hesitation observed her smile gradually fade. Suddenly she looked far more serious. As discretely as possible, Henry observed her from the corner of his eye. She was plain, but that was not necessarily a bad thing. Her height gave him the impression that she was young, far too young to be going to war, but her dull hazel eyes said otherwise. Certainly the girl was still young, yet her eyes betrayed her physical appearance and conveyed a strange sense of wisdom. 

"My name is Henry," he said, quietly as not to surprise her while she was in thought. It was not usual for him to strike up conversation where it was not needed, but under the circumstances he decided that isolating himself was not in his best interest. Already he could see that the men and women with whom he would be sharing this experience were vastly different to himself, and so he decided at that moment that he would have to make a conscious effort to engage with them - to do otherwise may be to sign his own death warrant. In war, camaraderie is valued above all else. If he was to survive, if these people were to have his back on the battlefield, then he would have to gain their trust and respect. 

"What's your name?" He asked.