Patrick's trip through the city had been quiet and simple. He had switched out of his "costume" and into his civilian clothes while he was making his way out of the building. Without his skin tight bodysuit he looked like an average tourist, and it was easy enough to hail a cab. The ride was surprisingly calm, though they had to take a few detours due to the destruction that had been wrought upon the city. Soon enough he was dropped off at the airport. 

He hesitated for a moment as he entered, his eyes sliding from Jack's extravagant jet to the much more plain one under the control of the Champions. The hesitation passed quickly however, he had made his choice and he knew that it was the one that needed to be made. Focusing his eyes on the Splinter group's jet he made his way over and up the stairs. Upon entry he made brief eye contact with the various members and gave them all a slight nod before making his way to the very back of the jet. 

As he settled into his seat he let his eyes roam the interior of the aircraft. He had never had the opportunity to enter it prior to this night and he found himself a bit overwhelmed. The seats were too comfortable, the colors too bright, everything was just too much for the man accustomed to maintaining a relatively low profile. However as he got used to the layout, and let his eyes linger on a few of the extravagant attendants on board, he felt his nerves calm a bit. 

The last remnants of his worry were washed away as Jack began speaking. Patrick's lips formed into a tight line at the mention of a secondary concern that demanded their attention in Australia. He was not a man fond of unknowns, especially one that had already been proven to be resistent to bullet fire even if his were a much higher caliber. Tinhead on the other hand was a known advesary, and one that he knew he could do damage to without a doubt. The entire reason for deciding to go to Australia, for him, and been the fact that they could show the Champions that just because they were no longer a single group it did not mean that they had to be opposing forces. With this thought in mind he spoke his peace. 

"I know I may be a minority when I say this, but I think we should send at least one memba to backup tha others with ol' Tinhead. We all had our reasons for splitting off, but for maself it had nothing to do with an issue with the others and I would like them to know that just because we are no longer together that doesn't mean we aren't on tha same side anymore. It should either be Wilbur or maself who go, while tha other helps with tha skeleton." 

His piece said Patrick fell silent once more, even waving off the attendant offering him refreshments.