Richard was sitting at a tiki bar guzzling a beer when he felt the object slam into the back of his head. "Are you fucking serious?" he grumbled while turning around. He knew who it was without even looking. Catching a glimpse of her he shook his head. "Maybe you should pursue baseball instead of piloting." he remarked turning back to his beer. 


Chuckling she shook her head. "Snacks, grenades, sunscreen, pistol... The normal vacation stuff." she teased him with a nudge. "Yeah, we better make sure they aren't killing each other or anything." she sighed.