Henry sat in the chopper, a cap lowered over his face, legs stretched out (The most he could in confined space) and more or less let himself drift in and out of sleep on the way to the shatterdome. Though this did little to help his excitement as the chopper touched dirt (Metaphorically). Straight on his feet he moved into line, the indoctrinated part of him immediately had him standing at attention - Minus the salute. He was back in the program. Everything he had done brought him here, since the first Kaiju attack helping him to decide to join the military, all the recon runs. The fighting, pain, joys and thrills all brought him to this moment. Where he'd be tested and hopefully be put in a Jaeger. 

One of the oldest in the group, he reckoned his chances were good. Yes like most of them he had no real experience in a Jaegar but he had been fighting longer than most of them. He'd been in the trenches, on the rooftops and behind "enemy" lines. He didn't doubt there were some fighters amongst them. Most of them had probably spent a lot of time in the simulators (Something he had only been in once) but he just hoped when it came down to a real fight, when lives were on the line that they could hold their own. The snow itself, didn't phase him. Scotland wasn't the most tropical of climates in existence, and he was too busy holding back his inner child. "Alright, so we've met the guard dog. We ready to get started?"


((*Note: I am actually Scottish. However I will not be changing EVERY word to the way I would say it. That shit just makes it confusing to read for people, and I'm used to typing without slang (However the occasional tidbit of how I say things will sneak in e.g. instead of now most scots say "The now" for some odd reason.)))