Ever watchful Alex was right behind him, suited up and gear in hand," Here sir." she spoke, she may have been a small woman but her voice carried clearly. She appeared calm and resolute, as always. Her hair was in its usual tight bun at the nape of her neck, pinned there in a way that would keep it from interfering with her helmet. There was no denying it, every single bloody time Alex's eyes fell on Decard her heart skipped a beat, it had been that way since she was first transferred to the small airport as a WOS and paired with the man. However, he was a superior officer and Hell would freeze over before she even thought about approaching him in any way other than through work.
2nd Lieutenant Alexandria Folmon had been in the military since she was 18, the fall after graduating high school started her career and she had no intention to leave service unless she was too old or faced a debilitating injury that would keep her from doing what she loved. Military life had been a 180 from home, with 6 siblings she never had structure, or even peace of mind in that crowded house. The opportunity to be able to fly the jets had been a miracle with her name on it. A steady hand, keen eyes and a memory like a photograph allowed her to be highly regarded as one of the few top weapons specialists. But with the growing need for pilots and WOS's, she was promoted and given the opportunity to be in a situation that would allow her skills to shine like the sun.
She waited for Decard to finish suiting up, expression near stoic. She ALWAYS had that stupid, aggravatingly calm look, as if nothing could phase her. Something that was bred into her during her first years in the military, her short stature and baby face had put her in the spotlight for ridicule. She'd sure showed them.
Facing Decard now though, was a different story. She'd already been in the barracks when the alarm had sounded and had been suited and out the door, a few yards down the opposite hall when she heard her Captain's sarcastic ranting, immediately she'd turned on her heel and had stood in the doorway seconds before he'd shouted her name, to which she'd responded before he could even finish the 'n'. She had a tendancy to do this, some had said that she could read minds they way she responded so quickly.