She didn't sound like she was joking either. 

[b]"Then I just hope you can catch up with me, ma'am."[/b] He replied to the redhead. If he was still wearing his cap, Caufman would have tipped it. From afar, he could see the scientist leaving the room, leaving their rag-tag team to face whatever simulation was about to be brought up on them. He wasn't sure whether the chill down his spine was from adrenaline or vomit. And his vision was slowly fading out, de-saturating, while he shifted from foot to foot in anticipation. The redhead had a point - he was probably laying it on thick, if only to attract the attention of the brunette next to him. And yet, he wasn't about to make himself look like a fool in front of these people either. A wimp was already dead in his books.

With this in mind, he immediately turned to face the group, rubbing the palms of his hands together. [b]"Right then, so anyone got a plan? Anyone?" [/b]