Scott began grabbing items he might need and storing them as he went, a few grenades and smaller items from various compartments and crates -- including the one he had been hit with. He usually packed lighter than the rest of his team, making it easier for him to maneuver and whatnot, but also because the other two were built more like tanks and could carry much more than he could possibly think of carrying more than a few steps.<br/><br/>He heard the leader yelling about this getting rough and he rolled his eyes in his helmet. When was it ever not rough? Wouldn't it be a surprise if for once it was nice, smooth sailing. He didn't voice these thoughts, instead he continued to stock up on what he himself would need, with a few extras on the side. He reached for another magazine clip just as the Albatross started shaking. The ODST stumbled, losing his footing and knocking the clip, plus several others to the floor where they slid under the seats where the leader and one of his fellow ODST's had harnessed themselves in. Scott caught himself on one of the compartment handles over his head and righted himself before he fell.<br/><br/>Slowly, he made his way to a seat, harnessing himself in and attaching the last few things he had picked up.<br/>"Think you could hand me a few of those, little buggers are slippery." He gestured to the clips under the seat across from him.