Mosquito
As befits someone who tends to call other bombers on every team "baggage-incontinent lardarses", Mozzie's short and slender and keeps her mahogany hair ruthlessly short. The beige beret scraping it back out of her hazel eyes goes nicely her beaten-up engineer's uniform, a light tan jumpsuit with too many pockets, most of which have either packets of biscuits or curious bits of machinery inside them. She's also by far the most tanned of the bombers, her skin the kind of wooden brown one only gets through long stays somewhere forrin an' 'ot. She also tends to have on her person:-
a Box Brownie camera,
a .455 Webley revolver that looks like it ought to break her wrist every time she fires it (which is quite often),
yet more biscuits,
a Lewes bomb,
and a dirty great stabbin' knife.

Zero considers that last one undignified. Mozzie privately opines that she knows chaps who could carve their name and address on her guts before she's had time to get that overgrown fish slice out of its hilt.

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"She's old, she's lame, she's barren too, // "She's not worth feed or hay, // "But I'll give her this," - he blew smoke at me - // "She was something in her day." -- Garnet Rogers, Small Victory

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