Sam had walked alongside Isabel, heading towards the NCO club, which Sma had found out, before, was just a hut with a meager supply of drinks inside.  The beer was plentiful, though, owing to the strong desert heat, so he found himself desiring that, above all, on this particular evening.<br/><br/>he was quiet, as he walked with her.  She seemed to be mulling some serious stuff in her head, and Sam wasn't about to intrude.  He'd seen similar looks in a lot of pilots, and he knew that their internal peace was something that only they could find.  Still, he wanted her to know that she had a friend in Sam, as well as a teammate she could trust.<br/><br/>Their trip was cut short, though, as they caught sight of Will Samson walking along, heading towards the Gundam's paddocks.<br/><br/>"Hey, boss!"  Sam yelled.  "What gives?"