Zola let out a low whistle as she saw, and smelled, the food available at the mess hall. She could certainly get used to this; it was not five-star dining, of course, but it was certainly a whole lot better than what Zola was used to, or had expected, for that matter. Still, she showed restraint; this was pretty much the first off-duty meeting of the squadron, after all, and she wanted to make a good impression. She took a few slices of ham, a fried egg and a cup of coffee before heading over to the table where Miyoshi had taken her seat. "Don't mind me," Zola said as she sat down opposite her.

"As much as I would like to, I can't take credit for the flying," Zola said with a grin as she heard Miyoshi's compliments. She took a sip from her coffee, immediately feeling revitalized, though whether it was from the caffeine or heat, she was not sure. Letting out a relaxed and satisfied sigh, Zola continued, "But I'll pass it on to Everett if he doesn't show up. I'm almost certain he would appreciate it."

Her stomach rumbled, as if reminding her that she had her food to attend to, and Zola happily complied, every now and then glancing down the table. A new pilot had earlier joined them and Zola had yet to introduce herself to him. There would be enough time for that, she supposed, but for now she just wanted to sate her hunger. She swallowed down the last bit of a slice of ham just as the woman opposite her raised her next questions. "The Bears were easy pickings, and we managed to score ourselves two Sukhois, if I'm not wrong." Zola said and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Su-27s," She clarified. "I've spent enough time in Africa running from them to know how they look from a glance. Feels great to be able to finally turn the tables on them."

She paused for a moment, then realized that everyone at the table was a pilot except for her. Maybe they had caught on to the fact that she was only a WSO, but just for clarification - and to make conversation - Zola said, "I flew in a ground-attack aircraft as a mercenary. Damn thing was about as maneuverable as a brick but struck as hard as one." With a chuckle, she added, "Imagine my surprise when I came to Avalon and they introduced me to the Ghost. The Su-24's a damn fine aircraft, but I'm still getting used to Everett's flying. He's one aggressive and determined son-of-a-bitch, I know that much."