Zinda just plain grins when she's greeted by a female voice. It's not so rare, usually- she's known many a WASP, or a WREN and met her share of ladies in combat on the Russian front. But it's been a while, her squadmates have practically been her only company for the last couple months while flying missions deep into enemy territory, or providing aerial support in battles like this.
"Sister, believe me when I say I've dealt with my share of love starved soldiers and sailors. A pistol butt to their faces is usually enough to remind 'em how to treat a lady." She grins as she says that.
Her drawl is Dustbowl-Southern- Oklahoma, most likely, and she's got her share of dried blood and engine grease marring her clothes and skin. Despite her recruitment posters making her out to be some pinup, this is no dainty Southern Belle, but someone who grew up hard, and is used to being dirty.
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"Sister, believe me when I say I've dealt with my share of love starved soldiers and sailors. A pistol butt to their faces is usually enough to remind 'em how to treat a lady." She grins as she says that.
Her drawl is Dustbowl-Southern- Oklahoma, most likely, and she's got her share of dried blood and engine grease marring her clothes and skin. Despite her recruitment posters making her out to be some pinup, this is no dainty Southern Belle, but someone who grew up hard, and is used to being dirty.