Geoff couldn't help but continually glance at Angel with concern. He was terrified for her well being, as he had known her for quite a long time. Occasionally, the Spartan thought of approaching Mira and asking her when, or if, Angel was going to wake up. It looked as if she would be alright, but Geoff wasn't prepared if Angel were to suddenly slip away. However, he knew that he had to continue his work fortifying the camp. A sudden attack would leave them almost coverless on most flanks, and therefore even a small attack would cause concern. Still, as he dragged a long branch onto a pile of others, he couldn't help but worry.

As he took another branch off of a tree, he felt a small rumble that made him almost jump and look around, however a second one made him recognize the feeling. Turning to look at Mira, he calls out to her, an embarrassed expression hidden behind his visor. "Hey, boss, what're we gonna do about food?" As the branch came off of the tree, Geoff strolled to the pile with it, placing it on top and moving to the squad leader. He took a glance upwards. _Damn, is the sky pretty? It'd be prettier if falling from it hadn't endangered my life._