"[i][color=39b54a]Oh what the fuck now? Can't I get just a couple hours without anything happening? That'd be nice.[/color][/i]"

Shaking his armored head, Teller held his rifle in a low ready with his left hand and with his right [url=http://i.imgur.com/xfjfCmD.jpg]formed a knife hand and pointed it at the pair.[/url] His voice projected out in a low, gravelly tone "[color=39b54a]Long time no see Miss Amelia. As for you, ma'am, I got enough sleep, thanks for the concern. Now regardin your investigation,
why in Sam Hill would I [b]want[/b] to help out, let alone ask and be 'allowed'? I ain't exactly drowning in good-will here, and no offense to either of you but we sure as hell ain't friends, least not right now. What's in it for me?[/color]"

Now, the Captain would usually be more than willing to stop some dumb-ass civvie from getting themselves killed by poking their head where it didn't belong, but here he had limited resources and, indeed, limited vitality. He didn't feel like expressing weakness to one of those college brats, but he was indeed very tired, and he'd need to find somewhere else to set camp up eventually. He had one edge over his fellow competitors, or at least he probably did, as most of them seemed to be civilians. This meant they probably weren't quite as used to the way modern warriors dealt with fatigue, which was to say stubbornly ignoring it, and also they were likely to maintain a more normal sleep schedule, which made night travel safer from his fellow competitors. Shaking his head slightly to clear this off-topic string of thought, he cranked the volume on Yukiko's playlist to help keep him awake.