"You will not be able to sing in the field," Izkry cautioned.  "But I do not mind music in general."  He was definitely interested in hearing Oscar sing.

Frau Liu -- Frau Wang, to use her alias -- was Chinese, not Japanese as Izkry had assumed.  "A healer?  Ah, that is truly an excellent ability," he said.  "I am sure you will be most welcome should anyone be injured."  He paused, but only for a moment before deciding to indulge his curiosity.  "You lived in America?  For how long?  That explains your accent.  Your English is excellent -- better than mine, I think."  He gave Frau Liu a bright smile.

Both siblings heard Henry's slip about aircraft, but Belasý was hardly going to say anything, and Izkry would let it go without comment, given how the young man had quickly corrected himself.  "This is my first time.  I have seen the fighters overhead before.  ...I am a little nervous too."  His smile turned self depreciating.  "You wouldn't think I would be, after the past year, but so it goes."  He shrugged.

Jason was interesting, speaking with a variety of different accents.  Izkry wondered if he spoke the actual languages.  Belasý knew a lot of languages, or at least bits of them.  He'd never had any talent for languages -- even his English was not entirely smooth, and very accented.  His Swiss German was far better, with the pronunciation being closer to the language he'd spoken for the first decade of his life.

The truck was slowing and Belasý got up before they came to a full stop, eager to get out and stretch her legs, as well as put space between herself and the others for a bit.  She had little difficulty keeping her feet in moving vehicles after a year and more of practice, but when Henry suddenly turned into another Maria she automatically recoiled, her face twisting in disgust.  Her control slipped, and throughout the truck, bottled of water shuddered, responding to her visceral reaction.  One of Oscar's bottles burst, the seal broken by the outward force she'd generated.

She'd guessed, after that little incident when Henry'd met her eyes, but to see his monstrous ability so openly displayed -- she had not been expecting it, not here, and Belasý stumbled backwards, nearly knocking over one of the soldiers outside as she scrambled out.  A fight, that was easy.  She'd been trained for that -- they'd intended her to be a perfect little soldier since she'd been taken, after all.  And with her hatred of the Third Reich, she felt little sorrow, killing the Germans and their allies.  Her nerves in the field kept her sharp, and she was fairly certain she'd handle enemy supersoldiers fine as well.  But to have them among her comrades-at-arms, to need to trust them with her life -- or rather, her brother's life, since hers had little value -- this was not something she was used to.  There'd been powered individuals at the school in Switzerland, given the nature of the place, but it had taken her years to get used to them.  She'd barely met these people, and now she would be fighting, maybe dying beside them.  The woman's heart raced, and she drew in a deep breath, tilting her head back so she could look up at the sky.  This was what she needed to do.  This was her chance to strike deep into Axis territory.  She would do what she had to.

With her mission firmly in mind, she listened with half an ear to the lieutenant corporal and Maria.  When the soldier looked over at the group, she drew herself to attention and gave a quick salute.  This was familiar territory.  Izkry at her side, they boarded the bomber.  There were others being prepped -- a full run.  Belasý mentally approved of this strategy.  They were less likely to be noticed with other falling objects, and the enemy having to deal with the air raid.  She went for her gear immediately after Maria was out of the way, and tossed Izkry his.  She'd tied a bit of colored ribbon to one of the zippers on each, so it was easily identified, but also not visible from a distance.  They settled in two adjacent seats nearest the door, with Bel once again on the outside.  She would not have any trouble jumping, and perhaps that would give the others courage.  Goodness knew, more than one looked like they'd need it.  Izkry too was tenser than usual, even in comparison to his demeanor on the field, and she took a moment to squeeze his knee before setting about gearing up.  Her father's rifle, one of her only mementos of the man, was secure inside its case.  Her Luger was in its holster at her hip, and her knives were snug in their sheaths, all of which she checked.  It was a little odd to be in civvies, but this /was/ an undercover mission.  She and Izkry both were rough clothes, suited to the wilderness and of colors that they wouldn't be immediately visible, but not actual camo, and nothing that would look too out of place in town either.

A crewman came to brief them, and both siblings listened attentively, though one could hardly tell from looking at Bel that she was.  Izkry acknowledged the information with a sharp nod.  "We are ready to deploy on command," he said, trying to relax.  It was the waiting that was the hardest, really.  Jumping would be easy.  ...Landing potentially less so.