The dark-haired woman with the blue eyes had something in her, as her eyes met his for a glance. The man next to her tried to pronounce French, but it still had some work to hone the the accent Jean replied in French. "Well, well, it feels almost like we are home again."

Jean continued. "It is good to fell nervous or afraid, but don't let it win over. A man can either be afraid or dead. I still remember the first time I fought the [i]boches[/i]."

Jean chuckled a bit and smiled faintly, seeing the Spaniard demonstrating his ability, and remarked to him quickly "We are going to France, and the best you can think is juice? If we get a chance, you can make us a few Calvados popsicles. As long you don't do that to the Champagne."

Jokes aside, they were finally moving. The tension had eased a bit, and some even laughed for a thing or two. Good, good. Perhaps they would form a bond somewhere along the way, but Jean would have felt better for the whole enterprise if they had trained together, even if for few weeks before the big jump. Then one thought popped into his mind. He didn't bring a deck of cards with him. [i]Merde...[/i]

"Say", Jean said back to the man "did you bring any cards with you?"