Scott's attention was directed towards the ODST who had shouted.<br/>"I'd like to see you try, big guy." Scott shot back before the Spartan could intervene. He snickered to himself as he was partnered with the Spartan, leaving the other two together. He couldn't say he was too fond of them either, they had a nasty tendency of seeing others as little more than annoyances when compared with their 'oh so grand reputation'. Crossing his arms, the ODST lowered his gaze to the floor at his feet, a smirk still in place under his helmet. When the shaking increased his hands moved to the harness holding him in place, ready to unlock it if need be.<br/><br/>The next few moments happened so fast he wasn't entirely sure as to what had happened. The noise blocked out anything anyone was saying, and most of his armor's systems were going nuts trying to re-calibrate and readjust to what was going on around him. Not long after, Scott blacked out.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure how long he was out for but when he woke he knew he was lucky to do so. The hold was a mess with crates upturned and equipment everywhere. He found he hadn't injured anything, thank goodness, as he unlocked his harness and pulled himself up. The pilot was still tense and shaky, and Scott desperately wanted to take the gun away from him before he shot either himself, or the two other survivors.