Óscar comes out of the truck, not noticing as the bottle literally explodes on his belt and soaks his entire side, or the sudden shape-shift of Henry, one of his hands still on his cheek whilst he goes into the plane and listens to Maria [i][color=00a651]"Fuck, fuck, fuck...I'm so fucked, literally fucked, Jesús..."[/color][/i] he kept thinking, barely paying attention to the "boss" as he hears the word "Gear", instantly raising an eyebrow and sighing loudly in some relief [color=00a651][i]"W-Well...at least I'll have my shit..."[/i][/color] he thinks once again, making his way up to the overhead bins. [color=00a651][b]"Uhm..t-this is totally safe, right? Like, there won't be any...you know, motor problems?"[/b][/color] he asks the group in general, shifting trough the baggage as he touches what seems to be a rifle of some sort, quickly backing up and wincing.

He's on edge, he really is, not thinking what would happen to him or not even caring the weeks before, but it all has come down to this. This exact moment, there was no turning back. He looked around, trying to find some comfort in that group, but he just saw a bunch of strangers, one of which either didn't like powers at all or just hated him, those two were as bad as he could think. [color=00a651][i]"Alright, alright...calm down...t-this'll be like when you had to back up that group on that concert...just breathe..."[/i][/color] Óscar then starts to take deep breaths, staring at the baggage and moving it to make as much noise as he can, to cover up the obvious shaking and breathing sounds, fixing his hair in a very distressed manner, almost pulling his own hair off.

[color=00a651][i]"Names. Alias...g-got to remember those right? Uhm, I'm Tony...t-that British dude is Henry...wait, was that his alias? Oh fuck, can't remember...oh wait, I-I do...good..."[/i][/color] His breathing started to slow down, even tho someone might have noticed it, and if Maria was coincidentally reading his mind right at that exact moment, well, she would know as well. The Spaniard then quickly seats on the...well, seats, putting the harnesses on just in case and faking a smile while looking up to the group [color=00a651][b]"P-Pfft...chilly? I'm half-viking, I think I'll handle it..."[/b][/color] he remarks with a chuckle, nervously scratching his beard with a hand [i][color=00a651]"Sure, it's sure, it's safe...".[/color][/i]