As Finnegan finished his sentence he would hear the last echo of his voice over the loudspeaker, everything he had said since walking into the nest had been played in every room of the hovercraft. Jenny standing next to a skeletal frame of machinery,  wearing an airmans flight suit, the top tied at her waist so it covered her legs, a simple black tanktop covering her torso. Arms crossed as she sits on a swivel chair and skates over, a look of mild amusement and annoyance on her face. Clearly her father's daughter. "Whoops forgot to turn that off. "She would say light heartedly as she swipes her hand mid air and shoot to thrill begins softly playing instead. "One more step and you get hit with about 60,000 volts of electricity." Her thick Chicago accent stern. "Look. I didn't have a problem until you started waiving a gun around threatening everyone. Tell me what part of you thought that was a good idea? I really want to know, just like barging into my lab with an attitude." yup. Her father's daughter.  "This team needs to be pulled together not ripped apart because you can't control your gun and whatever it Is in your pants. I'm not going to let you try to get into a poor girls skirt that hasn't been here twenty minutes. It's called respect. Get your head in the game and out of the gutter." With that Jenny would stand the setting sun shining through the windows. "Now it's getting late. How about we all meet in the mess hall and get to know each other as a team?" Jenny would simply rest her hands in her pockets watching Finnegan.