Nishizawa was actually fairly well rested, no doubt due to her plane's technology once again. Its so much easier being able to enjoy long flights when you're plane flew itself. Between snuggling up into her blanket for a nap, eating prepackaged meals, listening to the music box, and listening to people fart in the radio, Nishizawa was actually in a pretty decent and healthy mood. Much more so than Ava who she was helping carry the Ukranian into the neat little shack in the middle of nowhere. Times like this is when she was glad her cockpit was large enough to act as her tiny one-room apartment that had guns and could fly.

Now, Nishi wasn't exaclty an expert on western cultural musics, but it seemed that the warm, upbeat music that radiated from the shack as the door opened wasn't native (or even all that fitting for that matter) to their cold place.

"Deh music iz a verre uff izent it?" she muttered to herself as she carefully headed in with her two comrades in arms (one literally in her arms).

Inside was refreshingly warm and overall very relaxing. Nishizawa watched as everyone else piled up into the room and Ronald gave an introduction speech. The man he was talking too was quite different then most of the men Nishizawa had seen really. Strapping young fellow, the kind that she saw girls at her old air base in Japan fawn over and do unspeakable things with in their heads.

Seeing nowhere where she could properly get a word in and nor did she feel the need too, Nishizawa simply found the warmest place and sat on her thighs like a proper Yamato Nadeshiko, content to just watch over everything from her corner and gently bobbing to the music.