[h2]Pvt. Aden Robertson[/h2] 

Him and the machine gun post had become old friends by this point. The chill of the post, due to the wind and the altitude, was welcoming now. Though he pulled his cap down to his eyebrows and tugged his greatcoat collar's higher. A degree more of warmth as he smoked the last of his cigarette. 

He relished the familiar burn of his lungs and the warmth of the smoke battling the chill of the higher altitude. Then it was over. 

Aden gave a sigh as the cigarette burned down to a stub. A dismissive flick of a finger sent the butt tumbling over the railing. 

He was going to have to ration his cigarettes. He was down four already and he only had two more packs squirreled away in his footlocker. The logistics of cigarette rationing and potential resupply his current thought as he made his way back aboard the zeppelin. Exchanging hurried greetings with the Mittelander who went forward to take his place on the gun. 

The corridors of the airship warmer and more pleasant at least. Aden stripped his gloves and hat for a small bit of relief and-

'[i]OOOPH[/i]'

'[i]OOOPH[/i]'

Him and his collider exhaled near simultaneously. Aden himself nearly bowling over the shorter-

"Zoe?" His tone was probably to questioning ( and informal for that matter) then was required for addressing a royal leader. Though the past few days had definitely shown ceremony was not on her mind on the best of days. Underway on an airship to a war zone; protocol was definitely tossed out the window. "What brings you down here?"