JC had never felt so violated in his life. A naked demigod pounced on him and tackled him to the ground without warning. George Takei would have a field day with this. He could already hear the "Oh my." from miles away. He wasn't even sure that his body was ready for this. Wait, why was he even thinking that way? Dammit, he'd have to make some anti-handsome demigod device. Get your thoughts back on track JC. This isn't you. This is some weird magical power or something that you wished could be turned off. Fortunately Evan got off of him almost as soon as he tackled him.

He got up and turned to the naked Amazon and wait. What was that? He could have sworn that he saw something or two somethings on his forehead. He must have been from being tackled. Being tackled by a guy with as much strength as he did had to have some side effects. Rhea came and started trying to ease Evan. She was exactly what Jeremiah needed right now. Her childlike appearance and butchered English was exactly what he needed to get his hormones back in check.

English aside Rhea certainly got her point across. It may have taken an extra two or three minutes to completely understand what she was saying, but when you put it all together it definitely was coherent in thought. He felt that he really needed her here. He didn't exactly know how her powers worked, but she was the only one on the team other than perhaps Magi that he thought could help them with a zombie threat where you'd want to revert people instead of killing them. If it couldn't be done in the field he could try freezing one specimen so they could work on it. He'll figure that out along the way. Right now he needed to address Evan and his question.

He sighed heavily before brushing the hair from his eyes. [color=ed1c24]"Rose left. She quit the team. I searched for her all night and got nothing. I'm sorry, but like I said. We can talk about it more on the way there. We [i]can't[/i] waste anymore time."[/color] His words were dry and almost cold up until the point where he got to "can't". That word was more stern and poisonous. It was as if he was prepared for any retaliation from the warrior and that he'd put it to rest if he had to. [color=ed1c24]"And another thing. Don't. Ever. Tackle. Me. Again."[/color] He then turned back around making sure not to look down Evan's body. He started running once again to the hangar. He had a city to save and a team to lead.