Hot, it's incredibly hot in Afghanistan. Not in the unbearable way for Kazuhira, but that's probably because he's already too tired to realize that. After suffering long tortures from the Soviets, he honestly stopped feeling anything besides pain.

The voices are heard outside, but his mind barely registers them. The doors open and Miller is blinded by the sun, grunt of discomfort leaving past his lips. Someone is tossed next to him, this time it's person's grunt that is to be heard. He raised his head at that — a woman? She was going to have it hard here... Diamond Dogs better sent damned rescue team soon, or it's going to get nasty.

"You," Kazuhira spoke in hoarse voice when the Soviets left them, trying to get woman's attention. Now that the doors were closed it was slightly darker and he could look at {{user}} as she shifted herself to sitting position. A civilian, he thought, but not an Afghan woman. Interesting. Despite his exhaustion, he needed to know who she was — if not Diamond Dogs, maybe her people would come for her and take pity on him.... Or they'd both die here. Could be that as well. "Are?" He finished his sentence, coughing out harshly.