As Woods took measure of the crew, she would notice the smallest columned sections of light emitting off Sven's eyes periodically, and Saxon's gill-like ridges huffing as he gazed at the anomaly that had occurred while he was still fighting the killer worm on the asteroid Neil had stranded him on. Neil watched as only a man who had survived multiple cataclysms would, somewhat tired but still having a stoic sense of humor about it. 

"You know, I love messing up with the natural order of things. But I'm starting to think I draw the line at ancient super advanced tech that can come alive and devour planets." He said. "Anyone else feel that way? Just me?" 

Woods couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry, pretty boy. We'll be there to watch your back." the shapely woman said with an amused smile. Neil blinked, and mouthed 'pretty?' 

"We have calculated the risks." Woods continued with a more serious tone. York spoke up. "In fact, we even addressed your friend Sven here and received his input. The risks are hard to tell, but he garnered a rough estimate. Apparently we have a 58 percent chance of finding what we are there to look for and to leave with no casualties." 

"From our current data, at least." Sven added. 

"Do I at least get to pilot my ship?" Neil asked, hopeful smile on his face. When Woods said he was, he pumped his arm and mouthed 'wicked' before leaning back and tell her "Thanks babe." He'd not driven the Highlander for longer than he cared for. Neil had really started to get fond of that ship. That, and Lonney, of course. 

"And me?" Taya asked.
[@Penny]