[center][h2]Cairo Casablancas[/h2][/center]

There certainly seemed to be a lot of energy to spare around her new squadron. A lot of sway with requisitions, too, if each of them got a mostly-new jacket like this. 

Cairo tentatively slipped the new Fox Squadron jacket over her shoulders, which were already supporting an Israeli jacket - in a similar mostly-new condition - that she had worked hard enough for that parting with it would take some time and a lot of reluctance. On top of that, it was already hot and miserable in the hangar due to climate and the sheer enormity of the activity buzzing around them. So she didn't quite put her arms through the sleeves of her new Fox Squadron regalia, preferring instead to wear the bomber like a shawl over top of the bomber she'd worn on the plane.

The plane had been nice and cool. She'd gotten to fly first class on the UN's dime. They were pretty good about your drink orders, and they practically made it rain on you with those little foil pretzel packets.

She'd even saved a few.

[color=0072bc][i]Hm?[/i][/color]

Oh, the crew was still talking about something.

[color=0072bc]"I brought my own stuff to make coffee,"[/color] she replied without much intonation. [color=0072bc]"In the event that anyone needs Earth-quality coffee beans in the future, I would gladly barter should I believe the exchange is fair."[/color]