"[color=B6B6B4]Oh no.[/color]" Face staggered a little as the plane shuddered. "[color=B6B6B4]Oh no.[/color]" He repeated. Secretly he sympathized with B.A. Whenever they flew with Murdock it was a coin toss whether something bad would happen. Fifty-fifty was never reassuring. Thankfully God still seemed to look out for them. Even if all of them no longer looked out for God. Or even believed in him. Face found his own faith waivering. One moment he hates God. Then he thanks him. Then he goes back to not believing in the deity. The sisters who ran the orphanage he grew up in would have been ashamed of him. Sometimes the thought had him regretting his path in life, but never for long. He made his choices and he'd never abandon any of his comrades. 

"[color=B6B6B4]Murdock![/color]" Face gave B.A one good look. She was securely strapped in. Face hustled past Hannibal who was calmly putting away her maps and other equipment. The calm commander seemed completely unbothered by the unwanted noise. Face scowled into the cockpit and at their rather insane companion.

"[color=B6B6B4]What did you do?[/color]" Face bemoaned. "[color=B6B6B4]Are we crashing? B.A. is going to kill you.[/color]"

Behind him Face could hear Hannibal's smokey laugh. Face ignored his (ex)commanding officer as he sat down in the co-pilot's chair. Just in case.