Sam hung outside the barracks, smiking a cigar, and mulling over the details fo his fight, earlier that day.  He was finding himself respecting the pilot of that crazy Zeke suit, the one that didn't act like a normal Zaku2.  Overall, he considered his close-cmbat a success, as he came back alive.  There might not be a 'next time', and he took all the personal voctories he could get.<br/><br/>He took a deep drag on his cigar, and blew smoke rings at the moon.  It was then that he caught sight of Isabel walking by, apparently in her own thoughts.<br/><br/>"But you a beer?"  Sam offered.  "The least I can do, after you save my ass out there."