Jack sat in the cockpit of the Duel, but had it open, listening to the team announcements as they were all reminded of them one last time. He had his suit unzipped down to the waist for the time being. Battle, a real battle with the enemies clearly defined, was a welcome change of pace from the hit and run tactics used against the [i]Sundown[/i] and it's crew the last few days. He finally had something to hit, something solid, to aim his irritation at. Spotting the distrustful looks Donna was shooting Nena, he shook his head. At least one person would be more focused on watching their allies than the enemy.