[center][h2][color=blue][u]          [b]Naomi Robinson[/b]          [/u]
[color=blue][sup][sup]Current Location: Squad 914 Camp[/sup][/sup][/color]
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[color=silver]Soon, a man had approached Naomi out of his own will, stopping just a few feet from the agent. It wasn't hard to miss Victor as he was a giant of man, but the anxiety and awkwardness that he was producing only served to make him stick even more so outside the crowd. The nervousness had made Naomi curious in what he had to fear, but the Brit kept silent to hear what Victor had wished to say.[/color] [color=blue][b]"Robinson--Naomi Robinson. I'm not an American; I'm a York lady. A tried and true Brit."[/b][/color] [color=silver]Naomi explained, her calming British accent perhaps giving some peace to Victor's worries.

By then, Yanovich--their advisor, it seemed--had called out for their attention to announce their lodging arrangements. Naomi had been paired with two Russians, but Victor was paired with a German for his arrangement. The agent was glad that she wasn't forced to spend her days in the same cabin as a Kraut, but Naomi couldn't help to feel a moment of sorrow for Victor.[/color] [color=blue][b]"Seems we'll be parting ways for now, Victor. If the Kraut starts giving you trouble--as they always do--, look for me. I'll roughen the lad up."[/b][/color] [color=silver]Naomi explained, showing signs of her already volatile relationship towards Germans. However, before she had left, Naomi extended a hand to Victor as part of her farewell, although it was clear that there had been a moment of hesitance before the attempted handshake.

Following the directions they were given to their barracks, Naomi soon found the room that they were to stay in. Spacious, with beds for each of three that were sleeping in their quarters, along with a separate bathroom. Looking around the quarters, Naomi soon found a hook to hang up her uniform, where she carefully hung up the khaki jacket and the red beret that she was wearing. Taking a second to brush off the beret, Naomi then pushed aside the tray with soup to a corner of the bed to sit down on her, facing the man that had called their names before as he lounged on the bed he was given. Aleyev had seemed to be comfortable in the position he was in, and instead of bothering him, Naomi decided to to eat the soup that was provided. It may be their last hot meal in awhile, and a part of Naomi didn't wish to see it grow cold.[/color]

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