Rig clenches tight to his paints. This was stupid. He knew it was stupid. He had worked on helicopters a bunch of times. He knew how they worked, what made them tick. But honestly? He was never the biggest fan of flying. He could feel sweat on his forehead and he wondered if it was noticeable to his new crew-members. He didn't have any image to uphold or anything, but he didn't necessarily want to be seen as the liability mechanic. As his superior made his voice heard over the comm, Rig looked up from the floor. The look on that man's face was an interesting one. He seemed excited, but yeah, nervous. A small grin started to form on Rig's face, he was glad he didn't have a stuffed up old coot barking orders down his neck. Trying to let his muscles slack a little Rig took a deep breath through his nose, looking around the cabin to get a better look at them all. These were the people that he would be working with and for. He hoped they would all make it back. 

The radio lit up again as the pilot made his voice known. Responding to Mr.Cross and assuring a way out if things got hairy. Which of course, they would. Biting the bullet Rig decided to chime in, [color=0072bc]"I'll make sure this baby's flying whenever you need man, glad to have you flying it."[/color] He paused for a moment, debating on holding his tongue or to continue embarrassing himself. Choosing the later, he crackled the radio alive; [color=0072bc]"Captain if your clip's empty i'm sweating enough bullets for all of us." [/color]