[center][h1]-Snow-[/h1][/center]

Garrett drummed his fingers on the arm on his pilots' seat rhythmically as he listened to the disgustingly, adorably, perk AI relay their instructions, and the conversation that boiled up in reply. He followed the back and forth of his fellow pilots as they discussed the upcoming sortie and what their roles and objectives would be. The mix of personalities was interesting. So far, no-one seemed to clash, which was a relief, and nobody was aggressively obnoxious or arrogant.
Well, so far. 
He chuckled as he heard -Tallow, wasn't it? The girl with the nice ink? - boisterously encourage the attack on the defensive positions, and Rabbit, yet another of the wonderfully beautiful women he'd lucked on finding himself working alongside chime in to join the attack. Toggling his own comms, he spoke up as well.
"Well, ladies. I hope you don't mind me joining your party; it seems like the attack on the comms is in hand, so I'll be glad to add my firepower to yours in taking on the defences. Snow and Sentinel are ready to go, over"
He leant back in the command chair, hanging comfortably in the straps as Sentinel's monitors remained in standby mode, the full-surround screens dim for the moment and casting a only the barest of glow over his features as she sat with his helmet on, but visor open, waiting for the ships' bays to open and release them.