Jericho was a man known for many things, bad Death puns, Death and Reaper references, lone wolf antics, and the occasional peeking into the women's locker room at just the right moment, but laughing as much as he had today? That was both rare and considered out of character for the heavy handed scythe wielder. However, when Shecun tried to give him a glare that backfired horribly with her female face, he couldn't help himself. He laughed good and hard and was only barely able to avoid the cup thrown his way by Miss Yoko to try and shut him up. [color=Gold]"S-sorry, sir. It's just...just that with your face the way it is right now..."[/color] He couldn't even finish his sentence and he was already getting glared at by all the genderbent members of the team. He kept laughing through the exchange between Shecun and this Foxy Bingo, though he had it more under control and by the time they were dismissed, he was mostly under control. With a nod to Shecun, Jericho left the room to pack up for the train.

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Jericho silently thanked the fact that he and Gracelyn had been given the forest exfil for around the thirtieth time as he moved through the checkpoints. The Galbadians hadn't been any kind of surveillance in the woods and so it took no time at all to get through the checkpoints. He did give a silent good luck to those he saw detained though, for looking too similar to the people who'd not been so fortunate as to get an essentially unwatched exfil route. [color=Gold][i]Poor sods. And it's our fault too. Well, Shecun's more, but we carried out the orders.[/i][/color] Thanking the last officer for getting him through quickly, Jericho headed for Car C, his ticket in hand.

As he walked, he kept an eye on the guards patrolling the area. He found it a bit overkill to put up checkpoints and then also have patrols inside the station, but that didn't matter to him that much. They wouldn't congregate again until they were all on the train. As a result, he avoided where Shecun was and instead pulled out his datapad and began reading the news. Anything mission sensitive was encrypted, password locked, and hidden from obvious sight. He laughed as one of the soldiers interviewed described everything in horribly inaccurate fashion, but was also thankful for it. It made the group appear more incompetent than they actually were, which would mean the other soldiers would be ill prepared.