"You bet your sorry ass I'll fish you out of any hot spot, sir," Reed replied to Cross with a grin masked by his flight helmet. He had the easy job: drop off Rangers, fly off around fifty miles as to not bring monsters to the Rangers, set the autopilot to do loops in the area, and wait till he heard a transition from the team. He sometimes got bored, but he'd usually read the latest news on outposts and military accomplishments to keep up to date. Reed reopened the troop bay camera on his HUD, watching and listening as the Captain talked to everyone, meeting and greeting the men and women who'd watch his back, and him their's.
Soldiers always seemed to need to converse before a mission, it seemed to help to know that everyone was as nervous as you were. It let some of the pressure off of your chest. He was sure there were exceptions, but usually, he always heard the same chit chat about being nervous. On another note, Reed still wondered why they had to bring one of those large cats with them. The Nasri were just weird people and now he would have hair all over his troop bay. Better than dead and dying soldiers, he supposed, but he had allergies to cats.
He sighed, watching the ground whirl by through his golden visor. "And on your right, you'll see a few nomad giants. They're slow moving and pretty lazy, as many of you probably know. I see their groups lazily wandering the area during most flights. Pretty passive too, once watched them pass by a Ranger camp without disturbing them. After they ate what resembled some elephants, of course. Scavengers, if you ask me." Reed said, giving him something to talk about. The Rangers probably didn't care, and he didn't care if they cared. They had the mission to think about, that was what mattered.