Aziel turned her head to look at the man next to her as he leaned closer to her. Unsure of his intentions, she leaned away from him a bit and rose a brow in question. "Nice to meet you Sarge. There a certain reason you find it so entertaining to lean closer to me?" she asked, a rather bold move on her part for being such a nervous looking kid. Her voice was just deep enough to conceal any feminine qualities. Reaching out, she grabbed a hold of his hand and gave it one shake before letting go. Looking away from her Srgt, she fiddled with the gold band on her middle finger. Taking it off then slipping it back on, repeating this process over and over again. It was easy to tell that it was of some sentimental value to 'him', the ring having left a clear indent in 'his' finger from wearing it for so many years.<br/><br/>Setting her pack down on the floor of the plane, she took out her wallet and stuffed it deep inside her pack. Then hesitated before taking off her ring as well, pushing it all the way to the bottom of the rucksack. Setting her pack back on her lap, she held it to her chest and leaned back in the most uncomfortable seats. "So Sarg, we being dropped right into the middle of the fray or are we getting a chance to land in camp first?" 'he' asked. Looking rather relaxed about the whole thing for a newbie. After all, she had one specific goal in mind and nothing would stop her from reaching it.<br/><br/>The plane started up as they closed the hatch, a loud squealing sound coming from the inner workings of the ramp. Watching as it closed, she sighed heavily and looked about her at the men she would be working with. Hopefully each man got their own tent, otherwise, she wouldnt be changing any time soon or making friends for that matter.