[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180810/293981a12e253e45d4742497ede17392.png[/img][/center][right][hr][color=gray][b]Airfield Ten, British Isles[/b]
Morning[/color][/right][hr][indent]Whilst she maintained a blank stare, Ludmila felt annoyed by Robin's awkwardness. Her French comrade was smiling like an idiot, forcing small talk with the Russian while the squadron waited for their orders. People like him, in Ludmila's opinion, were a nuisance. 

Especially those that were poking around for information rather than focusing on the task at hand.

[color=78D9FF][b]"Siberia,"[/b][/color] Ludmila responded, her tone just as cold as the Russian winter. She was never privy to revealing her background, especially to someone she hardly knew or cared for. They had been thrown into the same squadron, but it was unusual for Ludmila to hold anyone in high regard. Still, Ludmila was forced to humor Robin, as their commanding officer shuffled them together towards where the dropship was currently waiting.

As they walked up the incline of the ramp, Robin continued his conversation. While Robin was clearly excited to show off his own Goliath, Ludmila kept up her distant silence. Her eyes, however, would take a short glimpse at the Angel-class, mainly for Ludmila to analyze her comrade's layout. Noticing the uncommon weaponry, Ludmila made sure to remember it later on; not only for any battles to come, but to compare herself to Robin. With an Angel-class designed towards getting up close and personal, Ludmila found herself dead set on not letting Robin steal her glory.

[color=Aqua][b]"You know what... It's gonna be fine. We're the 15th, after all. You're trained and so am I, as are the rest of our team. We'll cover each others' backs, right?"[/b][/color]

From Robin's response, it had seemed that the Frenchman was still struggling with any sort of doubts he might've had. A second would pass by without a response, as Ludmila was at a loss. The Russian wasn't keen on babysitting other pilots, but leaving them in harm's way when she could've done something would stain her career. Without bothering to put in the effort to say anything, Ludmila nodded in Robin's direction, confirming her answer to his question.

[i]Pat![/i]

Watching the ramp close, Ludmila was caught off guard by the sudden hand on her shoulder. The Captain was cheerful, inspiring hope between the pilots that were about to be sent to war. Whilst Robin felt queasy, Ludmila was more distraught than anything else. Ludmila was irritated with how everyone was overly friendly with each other, and someday she was going to be forced to have a stern conver—

[color=red][b]"Oi, captain! Me too!"[/b][/color] A youthful voice called out, pointing a finger towards her head as if she wanted the same treatment that Paterson had shown to Ludmila and Robin. Sighing, Ludmila watched the display with eager interest.

[color=78D9FF][b]"There she goes again."[/b][/color][/indent]