Baxter had enjoyed the evening for the most part; it was a bit awkward, at first, not being able to discuss affiliations, or backgrounds, or even personal ideologies for fear of letting out which side you were on, but by the end of it, he felt he was a bit closer to his teammates. Well, William and Mike, anyway, and even the latter was too focused on his lovely amazonian girlfriend to really pay attention to the others. It was hard to say he had gotten any "closer" to Isabel, but at least now he understood the woman a bit better. All of that said, though, it was a relief to be returning to the base, where he didn't have to choose his words so carefully, and definitely didn't have to worry about being recognized by anyone. Heading back into the team's barracks, he took off his shirt and the black slacks, folding up the former to be returned to the lender later, then put on some more casual attire as he sat down for a breather. With the others out of sight for the moment, he took out a notepad and began to write down the names of the three women they had met that night, along with a couple details about their appearances and personalities; whatever little had been offered. He liked to keep every scrap of intel he had on enemy pilots logged extensively, and he had a hunch he would be facing at least one of them on the battlefield.