Ray looked at Mark. Ray wasn't going pretend like he knew what Mark was hinting at. Ray's brow arched as he thought about this place the Others wouldn't look, his eyes shifted upwards as he tried to think; For some odd Ray couldn't think of a good "Safe-zone" would be. "Pretty sure we're the only ones who can be discreet enough for anything stealthy. Besides, if you're planning an infiltration that requires stealth, it would probably be best if we know what we were heading into. The damned letter only said landing pad, but what's landing? You're seasoned rebel, you know how many different air crafts these Visitors have. What if we run into one of those tank looking ones." Ray questioned, caution riddled throughout his words. Ray couldn't help but feel that this plan was hit-or-miss, and Ray didn't like that.

Ray decided to sit back for a little bit and just listen. Ray folded hi arms and slouched back slightly ready for someone to answer. Ray snapped his head at Todd as he heard him speak. Ray gave Todd a slightly disappointed look, of course Ray didn't know Todd well enough to be disappointed, but that didn't stop him. "Drugs never helped anyone..." Ray added in his two cents as he watched Todd scramble for his chems in the back-pack he brought. Ray lost interest in Todd and focused his attention back to Mark, ready for an answer, hoping he'd have one to his question.