ORP: Home on the Range

The flight had been tolerable. There was a man who had a panic attack which she had to deal with - but that was far from the hardest or worst thing that could have happened. Flights hardly bothered her anymore. As a child, she was rather scared of flying. The act of being in a large metal tube which was somehow in the air was...well, rather fearful for the kid. Having been on hundreds of flights at this point in her life, however, she hardly even flinched at a hard landing - or even the rare case of the oxygen masks coming down.

The cab ride - which she had been avoiding since her first bit of time in the states - wasn't even that bad. The cabbie was rather polite and respected silence when it fell.

Farrah - previously not having a license for the United States - had taken to getting some form of knowledge and transportation since moving to her small apartment. She had never been a fan of cars, so she went for a 'two wheeled vehicle license' - also known as the scooter/motorcycle one. For whatever reason it was the same license. Having passed the exams since she used to own a scooter through University, and she was a quick study for the American version of rules. Now the proud owner of a dark blue scooter - she was rather excited to drive it around.

Adam, however, was not local enough that she felt comfortable driving that far. In fact, he was several states away.

She had been a bit caught off-guard by his offer, but still rather interested.

The last mission...hadn't gone well. Until the final moments, she was rather proud of herself. She had managed to not be a scared civilian that hid the back seat of the SUV - at least for most of it. The second half of the mission had made her feel a bit under-skilled for the job. Everyone but her had some sort of official military training. They could confidently get out of a vehicle in enemy territory. She could not. Her only role in the very end was making friends with a guy who blew up in a helicopter only moments later.

The explosion was something that had shaken everyone on the team.

Quite literally.

The ground did actually vibrate as the helicopter exploded after taking off.

Farrah knew that she had taken the event to heart a bit more than everyone else. But she could cope. Her life was dedicated to helping people in the exact situation she found herself in. Talking to men and women who had to watch their best friends and lovers die. This man was neither. He and his comrade were strangers who she had met only briefly.

Overall, the idea of learning how to handle a firearm better and general self-defense seemed like a good idea. If every mission was close to the last, she'd be more than a liability to the team. Plus the fact that she would know how to handle herself would help the team. Not having to worry about the civilian would make everyone more relaxed and generally be able to work better.

That was the idea anyway.
Plus she was honestly really curious what the place looked like. Normal houses did not having shooting ranges.
Or guns.

But this was America.

As the cab pulled up, Farrah thanked the man and handed him the required funds.

Stepping out of the cab, she took in the house. Unlike the previous co-worker house she had been to, she actually didn't find this one annoyingly large. The house itself wasn't massive and disturbingly sized for one person. It was bigger than needed for one person, yes, but tastefully so. Plus the view...the view was rather extraordinary - causing the woman to pause in the driveway as the cab drove away with a wave. The air was even refreshing. Much better than the stale taste of the air by her new found work.

Running a hand through her short hair, she finally ripped her eyes away from the trees and towards the house, "Allo I have arrived," she called, scanning for sight of Collier.

Farrah waved as Adam appeared on his driveway, having the feeling of oddity that came with seeing a co-worker outside of work. It was like seeing a teacher or professor doing something extremely ordinary - like buying food or eating out. The brain just assigned people their places, causing a bit of confusion upon seeing them out of their element. It was a rather common phenomena, which Farrah quickly shook as he asked her how the flight was. The man had offered to pay for her flight - which she had at first resisted. Farrah wasn't one that liked being 'taken care of' - but also wasn't nearly as well off as most of her co-workers, which she'd mostly deem as 'rich'.

"Had to keep a man from having a nervous breakdown, but other than that, it was quite fine," she nodded holding her bag at her side, "This place is...annoyingly pretty. Are fairy tale creatures going to wander in and start singing at me?" she asked with a smirk.

Adam reached to take her bag - only to discover the handle was rather small.  It was honestly amusing how much bigger his hands were - compared to hers.

"This wasn't scripted, I promise."

"Oh no - boy germs," she snorted, before shifting the weight of the bag into his hand, "Thank you by the way. For the plane ticket. And taking my bag. And offering to keep me from being a giant target in the field," she began listing, "Ah...I really owe you something now, huh? Well let me know. I don't like having debts with people."

Hearing Adam's remark about both unicorns and debt, Farrah smiled, before he began leading the way, "Unicorns always made me uncomfortable anyway. They are quite literally land-narwhals, and that simply cannot be," she shook her head as she followed him - mentally noting his hospitality. With soldier-types, it wasn't an uncommon trait. They felt the need to always give back - which was why a good portion of them joined the variety of armed services. Like any group of people, there were variations that went strongly in both directions, but Adam seemed to fit the pattern nicely. It was far from a bad thing. It's partially why she got into her line of work in the first place. Her college fiance had been a soldier and one of the sweetest people she had ever met. How much battle had damaged the man both physically and psychologically was why she had ended up working for the British Army in the first place, and why she was here now.

Following Adam through a clothing wash-room, the man began gesturing in all directions - informing her where everything was. Silently nodding and glancing in the areas he pointed, she continued to follow him to her temporary housing. Upon entering the room, she rose a brow - honestly impressed. Adam insisted that the room 'wasn't much' and that it was - indeed - comfortable.

Farrah laughed quietly, before shaking her head, "Love, it's bigger than my bedroom at my apartment," she poked the bed with her finger, "And possibly more comfortable."

Glancing over from the bed to Adam, she smiled as he stammered through his words. To see a man go from 'brave strong hero' to awkward host was possibly her new favorite hobby.

"Adam, relax!" she smiled widely hoping to calm the man's nerves, "I'm the last person to complain about...well anything really. As long as our misadventures don't lead to me on fire or pregnant, all should be well, yes?" she laughed loudly, before taking a deep breath, "Sorry - sorry. I promise everything will be okay," she patted his chest twice, "I just couldn't help myself with how nervous you seem. I promise I don't bite. Hell I'm basically here to learn how to bite. Well shoot guns. I'm going to stop talking now," she slowly nodded, as she began playing with the zipper on her bag.

Farrah smiled at him handling her humor. The 'quick British wit' as all the Americans had started to label it, seemed to bother some people. She even sometimes got complaints that they 'couldn't understand her english.' She - of course - retorted that her English was more English then their English, since it was the original English. Once again, this normally ended with long and confused glares. Adam, however, was playing along.

"Then on my way out, you're going to throw it at me, and I'll fall deeply in love with the unicorn you were probably lying about?" she replied with a smirk, raising a brow slightly.

That was shortly followed by another set of nervous ramblings, as Farrah began unpacking. Slowing her pace as he began to stumble over himself even more, she slowly nodded, with a grin pulling at her lips.

"You are so incredibly awkward right now, it's beautiful," she continued nodding as she spoke, before lowering her hands from packing, "As I've told you, I've handled fire-arms enough times in the past, where I won't - or at least shouldn't - kill either of us on accident. First things my boys taught me was the safety rules, of course," she smiled proudly, referring to the soldiers she had helped, "And I'm sure you're going to be a lovely host. Just take a deep breath and relax before you pass out, alright? I may be a 'doctor' but not that sort," she winked, "Now just give me a beat to get my stuff out of this tiny bag, and we can start whenever."

His nervousness was beginning to fascinate the psychologist. Was it because he wasn't used to hosting? Was it because this was his first time having anyone from work at this place? Or perhaps he was naturally a rather awkward man, which he simply hid with technical and military phrases during missions? She's have to watch for that next time they were on a mission together - since she tended to not dwell on their last one if she could. The thought of it still bothered her a bit - but she was getting better. If she was to remain in this job, she knew she needed to harden herself a bit. Better to start it now, rather then later.