The closest Zola ever got to travelling across the seas was when she flew across the Mediterranean to throw in her lot with the UN, and thus she found herself feeling completely lost even as she stood around the nose of her aircraft beside Everett. Landing on an aircraft carrier would have been different enough for her, but a submarine aircraft carrier? Just saying those three words in her head made her feel like breaking out into a fit of laughter; it simply sounded like something only an overly-imaginative ten year old would seriously consider to be an actual thing. "So, what now?" She asked, the silence between her and her pilot becoming far too awkward for her liking. 

Everett nodded to their squadron leader, who was waving them over to her. "I guess a debriefing or something," He said and stretched his arms. 

"Ah, right." Zola replied with a nod, her voice just above a mumble.

Everett looked sideways at her with a minute, almost unnoticeable smile on his face. "Don't worry, I was nervous the first time I was on a carrier as well. The Chinese make practical stuff, but they didn't really put much thought into crew comfort, if you ask me."

"Who's nervous?" Zola asked sharply and glared at Everett, who merely shook his head and chuckled before walking towards their squadron leader. As she walked behind him, however, she gave herself a little grin. It was nice to know that Everett could tell that she felt uncomfortable. No doubt it would pay dividends in later missions. Still, she could not shake the slight unease that clouded her mind as she followed behind her pilot towards Ariella. She much preferred wide-open spaces, having grown up in the wilderness of the South African bush. Yes, the cockpits of the planes she had flown were cramped, but she was never expected to spend any more than just a few hours a day in them.

The two of them stopped in front of the Colonel just as she was congratulating each of the pilots in turn. "We could've done better, I think." Everett said with a grimace when it came to their turn, earning him a quick elbow to the ribs from Zola. He was about to let off a caustic reply, but then remembered that the Colonel was standing right in front of them and held his tongue, though he did cast a dirty look over at his WSO.

"We both appreciate it." She said with a sweet smile. "I don't even think those bombers tried, if you ask me."

Not long after, the ship's executive officer appeared and quickly introduced himself before taking the squadron for a short tour of the hangar facilities. Were it not for the knowledge that they were on a massive submarine, Zola could have mistaken the facilities to be simply smaller and cramped versions of those in an airbase. She could barely feel a flutter through the floors of the submarine, which to her was odd, considering that her image of a submarine was essentially a long, cramped tube constantly filled with the smell of sweat and with vibrations from the engine reverberating through the hull.

She paid little attention to what was being said - she could always just ask Everett for details if needed - until they were given the tablets. "What's this?" She asked Everett as she gingerly took hers and turned it over in her hands.

"You would know if you were paying any attention," Everett said, sounding slightly annoyed. "It's supposed to make our lives easier. Orders and everything will come through them, so I guess we have to keep them with us at all times."

Zola nodded and continued following the squadron to the bunks. Now she paid her full attention to what was being said. Sound-proofed partitions, personal monitors and headsets, it all sounded too good to be true, and it only got better because Zola knew that it was all real. This was so much better than the bunks she was used to. RAF Lossiemouth had been a vast improvement over the hot and humid bunks of Africa and this was light-years away from them. "Y'know, I think I might actually get to like this place." She quipped and looked to Everett.

"It is...Comfortable," He said and cleared his throat. "But I imagine we will not be spending too much time here."

Zola walked forward and sat down on the bottom bed of the bunk closest to the door. "I'll take bottom, if you don't mind." She said.

Everett's response was a shrug as he shoved their only bag into the storage compartment. Being mercenaries, they did not have much in the way of personal belongings aside from clothes and other essentials such as phones, documents and the like. Zola would have bought some things to personalize her bunk had she known that they would be relocating to the carrier, but she barely had any time to roam around the towns around Lossiemouth between practice sessions with the Fencer and the Avalon-mandated conversations with Everett. 

She flicked on her tablet and scrolled through a few pages, all of them about the carrier, before losing interest. Really, she only needed to know where the hangar, her bunk and the canteen was. Anything else she could just find out when needed. Seeing the Colonel sitting at the small table in the center of the room, Zola stood up and walked over to join her and the Japanese pilot. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Everett keenly studying the tablet and decided to just leave him be. He always got a little antsy when he did not get his 'alone time', as Zola had found out during their brief encounters in Africa.

"Hello," She said cheerily and stood beside the table. "This is all pretty damn amazing, if you ask me." She stopped, then realizing that the other members of the squadron most likely did not know who she was, decided to introduce herself again. "I'm Zola. Zola Vermaak. I fly in the Ghost of the Straits with Everett," She pointed over her shoulder to him. "Over there."