Claire walked up to the man whose folder was in her bag and sat down beside him. A knot formed in her stomach as she saw Mark in that face.<br/><br/>"Corporal Grain, I believe? I'm Sergeant Dennis and you're my new wingman" She pronounced the name in French rather than English. "I'm supposed to show you around." She said simply. She pushed her beer towards the man. "I'll trade it for your tea ration. I don't drink."