Rig smiled to himself at the responses and chatter. Before he knew it the idle nature of the conversation was helping. He looked again to each face, covered or otherwise of the people around him. Some where a lot more threatening then others. The medic looked like a simple enough guy, but of course he wasn't. Medical training and a seer? Bud's got talent. 

The strange cat lady was also a point of notice. He didn't like the big thing she was bringing with her. He also didn't like the fact that after this flying bucket landed, he'd be on one himself. He shuddered at the thought. Maybe she could give him some tips on the creatures later. [color=7ea7d8]"I've just got Lyme disease, pox, a cold, and uhm, the black death last time I checked. Nothing to stress over."[/color] He chided over to James. He was glad to be joking at a time like this. Like captain's saying, they are going into a completely undocumented scenario. He hoped they could talk like this most of the trip. 

[color=7ea7d8]"Luckily for you captain, I fix engines in my sleep. So there's nothing to worry about." [/color] As the pilot lit up the comms, he looked out to the side of the vehicle. He may have been away from the outside, but he could still see those big things. He wasn't scared per say, but seeing them reminded him once again of his reality. This wasn't a pub they were sitting in, it was a delivery. Soon he'd be on the ground, expected to deal with things of at least that size. He sighed to himself, trying to let his smile drift too far away. [i]At least those one's wont eat me.[/i]