Among the tallest of the freelancer group, California was hanging up a punching bag in his room. Luckily, he hadn't begun taking off his armour so he walked out of his room with confidence and a bit of a smug smile behind his helmet. He stood next to Nevada when she asked about moving through this crowd. "Like this..." He replied as California started to politely move over the staff. "Sorry, sorry, excuse me." California repeated as he started moving them out of the way. He cut a swathe, allowing Nevada to move through behind him. "So.. what did ya think of Delta V?" He asked over the mic.