[color=ed1c24][h2]Dean: PRT HQ[/h2][/color]
Dean nodded and followed his now superior, a bit confused and worried at her sudden formalities. She was always friendly and agreeable to a fault, this sudden lack of casualness didn't bode well. Could the pressures of leadership already be getting to here? No obviously it was Sonar's head trauma. Which Dean had created. Was he about to get chewed out by her? Kicked off the team, even? Walking seemingly aimlessly around the building, being guided by Alessa, Dean's thoughts began to wander to darker and darker places. Luckily, finally reaching their destination snapped Dean out of his downward spiral.

Dean sat next to his ally, as motioned, and cringed internally at her sentence, walking around the issue, he was done for...

"-yes, I'm considering you for the role of second-in-command"

Dean was befuddled for a slight second, before giving a sigh of relief. He was so wrapped up in his own head he had failed to realize the position of co-captain was needing to be filled. Listening to Alessa's points, he found himself agreeing on all her thoughts on the others, but disagreed about with how she saw him. If he had been more 'reckless' Sonar would have been fine. But still, he wasn't going to press the issue. 

[color=ed1c24]"No, I don't have any particular thoughts on myself or others, how they relate to leadership positions anyways. I did have a thought while you were going over your reasoning though, with Elliot and Ira. Any inventions she makes that don't need to be on a person at all times could easily be carried by him, in toy form. That way more equipment can be carried at once, if we're out in the field or something like that... Oh, I didn't bother agreeing to being second in command yet, did I? Sorry about that, yes, I'd be happy to take up the position."[/color] Dean rambled. After this, assumably, the two would introduce the team to his new position after this.