It certainly wasn't his first rodeo, but every time he felt himself lean into the backrest of the cockpit he felt as though this had been the first time he was asked to sortie. Well, ignore the fact he literally soiled himself in his first battle, only to be escorted back to the Hawthorne when his GM-2 was disabled in battle. The horrors of war was something he had yet to accept: every time he pulled the trigger a life would be cut short. No matter what platitudes Tomimi or Captain Levi would say, he just couldn't shake it off. Perhaps they...were no different than him? Yes...that had to be it.

Late to come to formation, late to launch, as always. "Mmgh..." He sighed uneasily, easily enervated by the spirited if not excited comments of the others in the squadron. Quintzem...truly a strange name, one he had hesitantly patched onto his sleeve as a part of the uniform. "T-three? A-alright...I'll do what I can." Yes, ever so reluctant Reyson said what was expected of him, when in reality you could count on him panicking last minute and having to be bailed out of the battlefield. Reyson did lack a killer's instinct; while it was true his piloting skills were impressive for a simple greenhorn, his tendency to lose focus and panic outright was something wildly atypical of a soldier. 

As always, he lagged behind, despite being armed with a [url=http://images.wikia.com/gundam/images/1/13/Jesta-jegan-gun.jpg]BOWA·BR-S-85-C2 Beam Rifle[/url], the base standard of any king of RMS-179 GM-II. Along with a beam saber and an [url=http://www.planetzebes.net/oyw/profiles/ms-06f2-mmp-78.jpg]MMP-78 Machine Gun[/url] on reserve at his back, perhaps as a fall-back weapon should it come to such. As one who frowned on close-combat scenarios, he purposfully lowered the energy output of his beam saber, expecting to seldom use such a weapon to save on battery power. Raising his rifle, laxly did Reyson begin to trace the flight trajectory of the incoming hostiles, his hands shaking as he held a finger close to the trigger. Berate him as they may, but he would never fire the first shot. Perhaps it was still his...cowardly instincts kicking in, even though their enemy had every intention of killing them.

Reyson's breathing became a bit labored, even though they had yet to engage the enemy. Typical of the anxious spacenoid.