As Raz, Lucchini, and Shirley, arrived at the Mess hall, and for a moment Raz stopped for a moment not expecting the mess hall being akin to home kitchen rather then a standard military base mess hall with or in the case of 444th fighter squadron aka Spare Squadron, was that a mess, and the occasional food fights or Mess Hall rioting, and Bandog throwing them in solitary on words of Dick Mckinsey. And Man how much she wished to shoot Mckinsey down.

And after some minutes Sakomoto came in.

Mio: Is there anything wrong Foulke?

Raz: Honestly, I was excepting mess hall to look like a house's dining hall. 

Mio: I guess you are used with the normal Mess Hall, with rows of tables, right?

Raz: Yeah, Normal*thought* or as normal as it could get for a penal unit.

Mio: Come I bet you are hungry.

Raz: Yeah.

Responded Raz as she took her place as she took a her seat, but beofre she did so she decided that she had to make a few thing clear.

Raz: Everyone I wish to apologize for what happened earlier. And if there are any more questions I am happy to answer.

The Brunette girl from earlier, raised her hand.

Brunetter: Can you tell us more about yorself?

Mio: Trude!

Trude: What?! Isn't reasonable, after all we know little about her.

Raz: Don't worry Major it's no big thing. So far you know my name and know that I was a Wing commander much like Miss. Wilke.

Then a blond girl, wearing a blue uniform a pair of glasses, and she rubbed Raz the Same way she would think of Posh Noble.  

Blonde: That much we know.

Raz: Can I get your name?

Blonde: I am a Flying Officer Pierrine Clostermann.

Raz: So a Rookie.

Pierrine: Hey I take offense to that!

Raz: Try to get into a Dogfight exceeding 9 Gs.

Pierrine: What does a Dogfight has do with this?

Raz: Experience, so anyways. I am was borne to a Military family *Thought* If calling your parents who were Mercenaries and my Mercenary father was an Anarchist a Military family*end thought*. And I am an only child in the family of aviators.