Jethart's head moved upwards hearing what went on between the mechanical engineer and the pilots. He sleepily got up from his chair, held his militant posture and walked over. "I think you two should ease up and respect the rest of us more. This young lady the most, I've heard your snarky remarks about us, not nice if you ask me. Marie was it? I'll stand by your side. As for you two, there is no need to treat others that way. Respect me and I'll respect you, I don't care if you are the pilots. If I'm not treated with respect I will not respect that individual." He stood there at ease, military version atleast. His eyes and focus straight in-front of him.

His mind was slowly waking up, thoughts and fears coming to mind. He told himself he wouldn't let those show around others, he didn't want to be that emotionally unstable soldier. While he was, he didn't want the others to know that about himself. He was worried about what might happen and what would happen to his cousin if he didn't come back. While he did set everything up with her name on everything if he didn't come back. All of his funds and property would become hers, he wanted to make sure she'd lead onwards to a happy life.

He stood in front of the pilots waiting a response. He vowed to himself not to let this young girl get hurt, he planned to keep that. Truth be told, Marie reminded him of his sister when they were younger. Eccentric, childish, interesting to be around and just her personality so far.

*Marie growled once much lower and deeper in tone as she switched Wilson into her other her hand and raised her free hand ready to slap both pilot and co-pilot across the face not caring about what this other man just said, but instead her colder heart stern and seriously expression changed into a smile as she gave them a gentle wave instead* "The name is Marie, by the way. So you two are the Pilot and Co-pilot, and you sir... I don't know who you are. And since Mr. Co just gave me a new nickname, call me Plush if you want." *Marie chuckles and raised up the hand with the two plushies* "These two beauties and Juliet and Wilson! They are very fun to talk to. Speaking of talking to... It was nice talking to you I should take my leave now since I know that the shuttle is okay. It was all I wanted to know in the first place anyways" *Marie chuckles and pats Mr. Co on the shoulder then walked away with a big smile from ear to ear then she stopped for a bit and looked back* "Oh also, twenty lashings is nothing. You are going to need to do something far more painful to punish this kid" *She said playfully in a joking manner then pointed at herself with her thumb and giggled then turned away and continued to walk giving them a gingerly wave* {Just wait, I got a few tricks up my sleeves. I'll show them who is really tougher} *Marie sits back down in her seat by her bag and set down Wilson and Juliet before looking down at her feet and noticing her shoe laces were literally untied, she smiles faintly then ties them before taking out the watch she as been working on and starts working on it trying to make the gears move* "I forgot to bring the oil!" *She said kind of loudly, mad at herself for getting something so important. Marie looked around to see how many people heard her before slumping down her seat and she sat on the ground fighting with the gears loosening and tightly the tiny screws trying to make them move even though she forgot to bring something to liberate them with so they will actually move freely and not make an annoying horrible squealing sound*

More commotion, more loud noises. He had enough. He just couldn’t see how this group could possibly work together effectively. He took comfort in his hope that a serious problem at the laboratory was unlikely. Because if there was a problem that required them to work together, they were beyond fraked. It reminded him of a documentary about the behavior of individuals in confined spaces, such as submarines. The poultry they tested it on got aggressive toward each other in mere days.

Daniel got up and approached the group around the pilots. “Oi, could you please tone it down a notch or two? You’re making my teeth hurt.” he said, “Especially you.” he added, pointing at Marie as she was leaving. “Private Igneal, as for your comments. I might be wrong, but I’m afraid these two individuals, no matter what we think about them, are our superiors and we should treat them that way. Unless we are told otherwise by the good Sergeant over there. Let us hope that will be the case, as it seems like every minute we spend in one room together is destabilising the universe.” He paused for a while. “And did she really say she talks to her toys? Am I the only one who finds that just a little bit disturbing?”

Jethart turned to face Daniel, "yes sir, while I do have to follow they're orders and treat them as my superiors, it doesn't mean I have to respect them. I just have to do as I'm told." He took a deep breath, turned to walk away from the group. "While it is a bit odd, it's who she is. She can do that if she pleases, if I talked to my boots you'd think the same if I'm not mistaken, that'd just be me being myself." Jethart walked to his original seating sat down and hunched over trying to fall back to sleep. Maybe he was hoping for some rest before the mission started.

*Marie pokes her head over the seat and makes a little person with her fingers and have the little run and jump over the seats infront of her pretending that it was her running and junping over things to get different tools and parts from different areas. She used to the hand to make another and pretended it was someone else, someone she would love and care in the future. She chuckles at this idea of someone falling in love her and someone actually having a crush on her, or just someone actually wanting to be mpre then friends with her* {Hehe that's such a silly idea... I wonder who brother is doing with her girlfriend...} *She then remembers this video game she would play with her brother and she made a little gun with her hands and pretended to be reliving the memory of playing that game* "Pew... Pew Pew... Click click" *Marie says mimicking the sound effects in the game the best she could*

Internally, Erin was on fire. The embarrassment from her social ineptitude was overwhelming, so much so that she could curl herself into a ball upon the floor and hibernate until the next generation took hold of politics.
Externally, her ears might have turned red. With a breathless and merry laugh, she directs an apology to Anton "Oh cripes, I'm sorry about that." She brings a hand to the side of her face and chuckles lightly, directing herself toward Liz afterward, "And ta you as well. I've done gone and made a fool of myself. The good doctor here is right, I mean no offense. Just a bit startled was all." She tilts and bows her head sheepishly, her eyes darting to the side as if to follow away the sight of any good impression she might have made. "T'is a pleasure to meet the both of ya, anyhow."

John Howard

John ignored the commotion at his back between the pilots and some in the crew, and listened to Royland. At the mention of his family, John was a bit caught off guard. No wonder he volunteered for this mission, he thought to himself – the prospect of danger, albeit small, is still too great to sit on the sidelines and speculate, especially when loved ones are put into the mix. At the very least, he knew that Royland would give this mission his all.
“I’m glad to have someone on this ship that knows the Willman,” John said. “And I assure you, no matter what the situation, I will do all within my power to locate and protect your family. I trust you’ll do the same.”

At that, he heard a mention of him by the cluster of crew behind him; one of his soldiers had gotten into the mix, and now the Pilot was wondering about departure. John gave a polite nod to Royland before checking his watch turning around to address both the group and the rest of the individuals in the room.
“The launch sequence is set to begin in ten minutes. At that time, the facility’s ground crew will prep the ship for an upward take-off, and we will have reached the Earth’s upper atmosphere within the hour,” John ambled away from the center to find a beverage, and came across a few bottles of water set out for the Sentinel’s passengers. He took a long sip, before continuing. “Please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times,” he quipped, before raising a brow at Moira. “And no starting a brawl before we get past Mars, yeah?”

Elizabeth Sinclair

At that point, Erin had turned bright red with embarrassment, which was the opposite of what Liz had hoped to achieve. She simply smiled brighter, and took a step back so as not to invade her space. “The pleasure’s all mine, Erin,” she answered, before pivoting to the left with an outstretched hand to Anton. “And Doctor Kyznetsov, you’ve proven to be quite insightful. Yes, Director Moreau asked that I attend. He was worried that the situation – whatever it may be – could have destabilized society at the Willman, and wants me there in case they need a hand getting back on track.” At that, she heard Sergeant Howard announce that the Sentinel’s departure time was almost upon them. And about time, too, she thought to herself, having idly overheard the heated debate not ten feet away. Hopefully this bunch will survive the trip over.

*Marie looks up at the really tall in shock at how tall he is then gulped slightly scared of him before poking him gently then lets out a small giggle* "No promise Mr." *She said playfully and gives him a big smile and goes back to playing, making her little finger people dance and jump around together as if they were dancing to a song she listened to before getting on but she doesn't remember the song though* {I need someone to talk beside my plushies honestly, but at any rate I don't think I will be making any friends... I'm such an awkward and lonely person... I'm just happy I still have big bro}

Jethart stayed in his chair head hung over trying to sleep. Wondering when they would depart, it seemed as if everyone was here already what was the hold up? He mumbled to himself. "Hmm, everyone is here what's the hold up for departure? Well, with that message over the P.A we should be gone soon. Maybe just nap till then and uh, continue that once on board."