Jackal left the plane with dread. He didn't carry anything with him, as he didn't had a desire too. But he was frigid cold and held his arms against himself. Even though the temperature was mild. "This place is horrible." He muttered to himself as he was a bit envious that the other crew didn't mind the weather at all. "Does someone have an extra jacket, or a fire..something." Jackal asked the group with chattering teeth as he drew closer to them. "Germany of all places, the landscape is dreary, temperature is freezing, and security hear is high I heard, not to mention this country housed people that slay my kind." He let out a sigh between shivering. "Why couldn't we have gone to I don't know, Madagascar or Australia.."