Fabian was a little bit proud of himself for that moment. She looked rather ridiculous with tape on her nose. He couldn't help but laugh at Samara's response to him smirking at her. It was something to be proud about, that's for sure.

He moved to get his stuff ready to move across the house. Blocking the wind would probably make things warm up faster. He didn't want to admit it but he was a bit cold as well.

"Hey, Samara, you might want to find a tissue while you are at it. I think I saw some boogers up in there," He teased her and ran to the other end of the cabin to start sealing things up.

Most of the windows in the house was low windows which unfortunately increased the likelihood that they would be snowed in here. He sure hoped not. While he worked, he tried to get ahold of base again. This time he got absolutely nothing. Just static. Cursing, he moved on sealing up the rest of the house and then returning back to the living room. He waited for Samara, kneeling down next to the fire with his back turned.

He wasn't getting any response from his base which was irritating him. His radio had more of a likelihood reaching base than Samara's did. Nonetheless, each time he tried, he reached nothing but static. It was rather annoying that his General even sent him out in this weather but out alone was even worse.

His mind began pondering on reasons why the General did do such a thing. Nobody else's liked the cold even better than he did. Normally border patrols were done in groups but yet...here he was. It made his brain hurt a little trying to think logically why it was only him in this mess.

He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear anyone approach him. He was minding his own business when all of a sudden arms wrapped around him. His body went rigid, all except for his arms and hands. One hand went for his gun while the other went to jab his elbow into the source of the arms around him.

"Did you miss me?"

He heard Samara's voice but it was too late. He barely had time to soften the blow before his elbow made contact with her side. He forced himself to relax against her arms, shaking his head and cursing up a fair storm.

"Fucking hell, Samara!" He exclaimed in between curses. His heart was beating a little faster now,"Don't you know any better than to sneak up on an armed soldier?"

He hadn't meant to hit her...if he had known it was her. He heard the yelp and her weight fall heavily against his back. He just sat there, feeling awful for the blow but then again realizing it could have been worse. He was trained to hit or fire and ask questions later. Even though he had softened the blow, he was pretty sure it still didn't feel the greatest. He was told that he had a strong arm.

"Good lord I didn't expect that...I suppose I didn't really think it through all the way..."

Her voice drifted to the side of him and her weight lifted off his back. He glanced at her, his gaze studying her expression. She was rubbing her side, exactly where he had accidentally hit her. She made a comment about getting too comfortable and when she did, her cheeks turned red. Was she blushing? What did she mean by 'getting too comfortable'?

He didn't have long to think about this until her lips lifted into a slight smile and she cracked another joke about him being distracted He gave a small grunt in response, shaking his head. This woman was always cracking jokes, it seemed like.

There wasn't nothing wrong with cracking jokes. He just couldn't figure out how she could still be cracking them while clenching her side that he struck her with.

"Whatever," He muttered, looking away briefly.

After a few moments, He scooted closer to her. His gaze remaining serious as his hand finally slipped off his gun and moved to rest on hers that were clenching her side. He was close enough now that their thighs were practically touching,"In all seriousness, are you okay? I didn't mean to do that. Well, I did...just not to you."

He didn't want this American soldier to be hurt, if he was being honest. He hadn't meant to hit her either. In one side of the argument, he wanted to blame her but on the other, he knew it was his fault as well. He shouldn't have let himself get so distracted or aimed first to hit. He should have figured that it was just Samara, no one else could get into this house.

He felt her tense at his touch and was about to pull his hand back when she relaxed and leaned into it. He gave a small smile as she did relax. At least she wasn't mad at him for hitting her. He wouldn't purposely try to hit anyone.

"Hey at least one of us has to keep a light spirit," He nudged her with his shoulder. He folded his fingers into the spaces in between hers and gently moved her hand away from her side. He give her hand a light squeeze, eyeing her fingertips. It looked like her hands were going to be okay, she snuck in here around the perfect time.

"Either way, I'm glad you're okay," He blushed at his nice words, looking away and resting both of their hands on his thigh. He didn't understand why something like that would make him blush but it did.

Fabian couldn't believe that he was stuck in a cabin making conversation with the enemy...and he wasn't minding it either. It was strange but true. He didn't mind having the company as he waited out the storm. He did wonder how long it was going to be until they could leave and get back to base.

He felt a hand brush his cheek and turned his attention to the woman. Of course that was pointless because as soon as she mentioned his flushed face, it deepened a redder shade and his face turned back away from her. He made sure to focus on anything else to hide it from the woman. What was he doing? What was he thinking?

"Oh yeah...I'm just now warming up. I have a natural red tint," He lied, trying to cover up the blush and calm down. Once he had calmed down, he let go of her hand and stood up, spotting a radio by a CD stand.

"Well it's not a tv but I'll take it," He changed the topic, gesturing toward the radio and making his way to it,"Let's see if there's anything good.

"Nickelback....Nickelback....Nickelback..." He shuffled through the CDs,"Oooo Elivis Presley...more Nickelback, Avril Lavigne, Bon Jovi, Beethoven???" Okay so this music silection wasn't the greatest. Who the hell listened to Nickelback that religiously?