What was the most ironic part of the whole thing was the fact that he naturally had no idea who she really was, but he knew her based on her reputation just like she had known him. Her past, though, didn't exactly seem to be as checkered as his though, and that was probably more of a comforting sign to him than it was to her.<br/><br/>It seemed like he was going to be able to expect a little security out of her, even if the same couldn't be said for him.<br/><br/>Admittedly both of her assumptions were true; he was a hotshot pilot...and he flew by the seat of his pants and had a tendency to get into really tough scrapes.<br/><br/>With a grin he started to turn around as ordered once he heard the other individual speak, looking more suave than frightened when she told him to do so. He would have expected nothing less from her either.<br/><br/>What he hadn't really expected, though, was the fact that she was so gussied up. The makeup and nail polish was certainly not something that he had originally pictured on someone who he had previously expected to be such a stern and stalwart officer.<br/><br/>Blinking for a moment or two, he tilted back his head, "I hadn't expected you to be so easy on the eyes to be honest but that's not a bad thing by any means. I assume that your disarming looks should be anything but, so I'll keep up my guard."<br/><br/>Just like her he was wishing that he had been assigned elsewhere. He was enjoying some leave time before this, and this whole little adventure ended up interrupting things to say the very least. Everything was of course expected to be particularly hectic here, and he can't say that he wouldn't have wanted to stick around on vacation a bit longer of course.