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Rachel raised a brow at Garret when she heard his response. Now that wasn't a nice thing to say. She had only been giving some playful sass and instead received a verbal middle finger. Rachel shrugged and watched out of the window as the dropship approached the base. It all felt so similar to her, like she had just stepped off into a colder version of the base her previous squadron called home. When the craft touched down, Rachel stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder. She moved toward the back as the ramp began to open. [color=white][b]"Thanks for the lift. Here's hoping for clear skies."[/b][/color] Rachel said to the pilot, offering a fist bump to him as she passed.

The pilot bumped his fist to hers, their brief rivalry ending with a sort of kinship between pilots. Rachel stepped down the ramp and felt the cold wind whip at her face. The collar of her bomber coat flipped up in the wind, thankfully masking her jawline and some of her cheek to the chill. She was glad that she was wearing her sunglasses, as the clear skies allowed for the sunlight to reach the snow and bounce off unmolested. Everything was just... bright. Even with her sunglasses, Rachel found herself squinting somewhat. She was used to the perpetual cloudiness of Great Britain. Rachel didn't move much further from the dropship though. She turned and waited for the other HELIX pilots to dismount and join her. If they were to be a unit, it was best for them to get into the habit of sticking together now, even if one of them was quickly becoming unlikable to Rachel. [color=white][b]"Let's get a move on, pilots! I don't want this cold creeping any further up my spine."[/b][/color]
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