Scott crouched when the rear hatch was opened, lifting his gun up to defend himself if it were called for. He watched Alastor scanning the area, snickering when he called out the pilot for his skills. Turning his attention back to the Spartan he moved up next to him, keeping his gun up and eyes scanning for any signs of movement.<br/><br/>He glanced at the drop not far from where the Albatross sat and whistled.<br/>"I'd say it could be worse but we're already in quite the situation." He said, looking to Alastor briefly. He turned back to their surroundings but was once more interrupted by the Spartan's question.<br/><br/>"What kind of question is that?" He laughed, grinning at the Spartan. "I think anything is better than sitting here waiting for someone to find us."