{OOC: That's quite alright}<br/><br/>Ever since the war started Bridget has been a careful woman whenever she was meeting someone new even if they were an ally. She was wary in her approach the moment the man landed, keeping her hand on her hip, near her gun, expression kept neutral to show she didnâ€™t have any hostile intensions. She didnâ€™t want trouble but she wouldnâ€™t hesitate to use her gun if she had to. This was war after all. You never know if they were a Nazi spy looking to snuff out resistance members and take them to either kill them or question them, most likely the former. Her first impression of this Jack character, assuming this was him since he gave the code when he spotted her, was that he was a charming man and didnâ€™t look like a Nazi spy. Then again neither did that other man that was sent to help them out the other month. It really just goes to show you that you never know who you can trust when youâ€™re deep in the the enemyâ€™s territory.<br/><br/>Hopefully this man would prove trustworthy and not be a spy, but she knew better than to jump to conclusions.<br/><br/>She arched her brow carefully but did not smile or allow much of any emotion to show on her face. War has not quite made Bridget a hardened woman; she was just being cautious. Halting her stride, she stood about three feet away from him, â€œI couldnâ€™t sleep with all this awful noise, and then I spotted a handsome man falling from the sky. Heaven must have sent me an angel to guide me back home.â€ Oh, Bridget may be a bit of a flirt from time to time but anyone who had a brain would know better than to underestimate her. She may seem like she wasnâ€™t taking this seriously but she was, she just did a good job hiding it when she needed to. Though judging by the sound of distant gunshots this was not the time for messing around. It was a good thing this farm had been claimed by the resistance otherwise they would have to get somewhere and fast.<br/><br/>Shortly after the gunshots there was suddenly a sound overhead and she tensed, keeping herself from looking up as her once neutral expression began to fade to a woman with a more vigilant demeanor. Her fondness for planes and other flying things faded when the war started. Now, instead of intriguing her, they set her far on edge. Where war has failed to make her a jaded, hardened woman it has made her into a more or less cautious and very skeptical woman on top of that cautiousness. Perhaps it has made her a bit cynical as well, she was slowly beginning to discover. Bridget was fairly optimistic at times but she would rather look at things in a more realistic sense; the Nazis still had this city under their control. Technically they could do whatever they damn well pleased.<br/><br/>â€œFrom the sounds of things weâ€™d better get somewhere safe, donâ€™t you agree?â€ Well, it was time to find out if this man was friend or foe. Taking a chance she decided to drop the sultry tone and replace it with something a bit more serious, â€œI think weâ€™d better hurry. Fear not for the barn is â€˜safeâ€™ even if the surrounding areas, as well as the rest of France, are crawling with krauts as I'm sure you're well aware.â€ Crossing her arms, she began walking towards the barn, looking over her shoulder a bit to see if the man would follow after her. She wasnâ€™t even expecting him to trust her or even think about trusting her right away; if anything she expected him to ask a few questions. He was probably reluctant to follow a girl to safety, men were prideful like that, but she at least wanted to establish some sort of trust between them if they were going to be working together<br/><br/>Bridget would then lead him to the barn where they were to contact a few people and strategize a little rescue operation. They didnâ€™t have a lot of time to get this done, the windows of opportunity were small, few and far between, and they had to be clever in coming up with a strategy. She had blueprints of the old factory, but that was all for the most part.