He heard the scoff and arched an eyebrow. Was she going to be that way or actually cooperate? Honestly, his patience with her wasn't the greatest so she better listen.

He watched her signal for one moment, noticing she was using a different hand. Her other one was probably on the trigger of her own gun. He would fix that in a minute. Information first, weapons second. He knew he was doing it opposite than what he was taught but he figured that it would be easier to get information from her when she didn't believe he was going to fire on her at any moment.

He took the radio as soon as it was handed to him and studied it. It wasn't built to outlast the Canadian cold. One would think that if the enemy was going to send somebody to spy, they would choose a better equipped radio. He shook his head and tucked the radio away into his own top layer pocket. He would dispose of it later.

"Baby, even if I knew exactly what it was, I wouldn't tell you." He gave her a funny look. Most soldiers knew why they were doing something. Like he was patrolling the border to look out for people like her. How could she not know?

Also, the usuage of baby took him in for a surprise. She did not look the type to use words like baby, hon, honey...definitely didn't seem like the type.

"Hell, it's obvious I was following you, but all I was doing is following orders. They didn't tell me anything else cause there wasn't anything else to know."

Great, following orders. He looked into her gaze with intensity, searching to see if she was lying. He was pretty skilled at reading other humans and telling if they were lying. Maybe that's why he was chosen to do border patrol. If he ran across somebody, he would be better fit to tell if they were lying. Although, he didn't know why he was the only one chosen. Perhaps every base had secrets.

Looking at her, he didn't think she was completely lying but also didn't think she was telling him the whole truth either.

"But you have guesses to why, don't you, honey?" He approached her, daring to get closer and squatting next to her. The word "honey" was used in a mockery sense toward her words. He forced a fake smile,"Why do you think you are following me? And how long have you been following me for?"

The woman must have thought this was a game. It was not. He wanted his information and he wanted out. She seemed to be enjoying this which pissed him off a little.

She made it clear that she wasn't going to cooperate and just tell him. He also wasn't going to raise a fist against her. Keeping things from going messy was the first thing on his mind. The second was that she was a woman. He wasn't going to harm her.

He watched her lean close, trying not to flinch back as she whispered in his ear to work on it. Fibian stood rigid, his eyes narrowing. What was the woman doing? Perhaps, it was an attempt to seduce him. After all, she was a woman and most soldiers wouldn't be able to live with that fact without trying to "date" her. Most of them did go nuts and flirt their way into getting one in bed as soon as they saw one. He, for one, wasn't really interested in that.

Giving a small eye roll, he stoood up once the space between them was back to normal,"Nice try but I'm not the type to fall for that." He sighed and thought for a moment. He decided it wasn't worth it to question the woman over what migh be's.

"Whatever, stand up and spread your legs," He was going to get the weapons from her before radioing in on his end. His radio was built to outlast the cold weather and as long the storm didn't get worse out there.

Fabian was sure her attempt to seduce soldiers could have worked well, if it wasn't him. He knew quite a bit of his "friends" that did cling onto every woman soldier back at base for a chance of a good time. It rarely worked, some of the women soldiers beat them up in response.

He, for one, wasn't into relationships and definitely not building one with the enemy. He waited for her to stand up and arched an eyebrow at her comments. She was still trying despite the obvious signs that it wasn't working.

."Mm.. I don't think I'll make any comments on the way that sounded."

The whole point of not making comments on his words included on not making a comment about making comments. He gave her a stern look, clearly not in the mood. He moved to take off her jacket for her, making sure his hands didn't touch anything but the jacket. She had a lot of layers, it would almost be easier to tell her strip completely. Of course, if he did that, he would never hear the end of it.

"Make yourself useful and remove your other layers and place them on the floor away from you," He instructed, feeling through the pockets of the jacket he had taken off of her. He heard another comment about searching her up good and gave the faintest sound of a snort.

"I will dump ice cold water on you and give you a traditional dirty mouth rinsing out with soap. Control yourself, soldier," He grumbled, pulling out everything from her pockets and setting the jacket off the side. She would have it back once she was clean of everything.

She was definitely prepared for enemy territory, that's for sure. A bit too prepared, speaking that it was only him. The weapons would have most definitely weighed her down as well. It must have been a miserable journey for her, especially since the United States uniform wasn't as warm as his.

"You must have been freezing your ass off, woman," He commented, giving a light chuckle. It did bring him a little satisfaction that she was freezing the whole time. It's no wonder why she followed him even in here. If she had stayed out there, she might have gotten hyperthermia,"Your gear isn't equipped for Canadian storms."

A rise out of him? The only thing she was doing was irritating him with that type of talk. He wasn't interested, he hadn't been interested in dating for many years. He wasn't going to start now. Besides, talking that way didn't get you dates. Maybe something a bit more temporary....but stilll. Definitely not something he was interested in.

He heard her muttering about the cold and gave the faintest of smirks. He didn't have a reaction to the cold, he was used to it. Besides, he had a nice fire going upstairs. For now, he felt safer knowing she was freezing. Cold people tended to have colder reactions to things.

So he took his sweet time transitioning to the other layers. That was the best part, now it was his turn to annoy her. The snap from her made him arch his eyebrows again but yet work any slower. He really didn't want her to get comfortable here. Of course, he wanted her to return back to his base in one peace as well. The General can deal with her and get the information they need out of her.

"This is the Alaskan border, your team should have known to pack you warmer stuff. The United States surely knows how cold Alaska is," Alaska was their territory after all. It was the closest thing he had to compare Canada to. He moved onto the next layer, searching through it and pulling everything out. He would dispose of it when he did the radio. She ddn't need any of the weapons she had.

"Did they expect you to battle the cold with daggers?" He sneered in mockery, moving through the layers a bit faster now. He didn't want to press annoyance too far with the woman. Besides, he really needed to radio this in.

"Okay, stand with your feet apart," He cleared those layers and turned back to her. His gaze studied her for a moment, noticing the pale skin and the tattoos briefly. It wouldn't hurt to double check for frostbite. He held out his hands for her to take,"And let me see your hands real quick."

It felt odd hearing an enemy soldier gripe about her own people. On the other hand, it was a little humorous. At least they both knew how horrible base was to her. Not only did she not need all those weapons but they also weighed her down, making her movements probably slow especially in the snow that was already on the ground

"The blizzard is getting pretty bad out.. Are you even sure you'll be able to get through to your people?"

He paused a little in surprise. He hadn't mentioned radioing this in to her. He planned on doing it in private without her knowing. Of course, that beat the point of doing it in private. Once he was sure she was unarmed, he would call in. He needed to inform him of the current circumstance anyway. And she was right, the storm was getting bad. He could feel the cold through every corner of the house.

"Everything will be fine," He insisted with more confidence than he was truly feeling. He needed to radio this in as soon as possible.

He shivered at the sensation of her cold hands. They were significantly colder than his and his were still cold from the outdoors as well. He shifted his palms so hers were more in the center of his. He gave them a good look over, noticing the purple fingertips. He let go of one of her hands to put both of his hands around the other of hers. He clasped his hands together around her one to start to warm it up quicker.

"You need to be careful. Long term exposure to the cold isn't a good thing," He warned her and brought their hands to his lips to huff some warm air into them. His focus was to warm up her hand just a little more. After a few minutes, he switched to the other, repeating the same process.

"Any numbness? Pain?" He questioned in between huffs, his gaze finding hers again. She may be the enemy but she still deserved to be cared for properly. He wasn't going to let her get frostbite just because her commander was foolish enough to send her out here unprepared.