As the lights flickered Lance swore he saw the well dressed version of himself adjusting his tie grinning at him evilly as quick as he was there he was gone Lance quickly fixed his lopsided grin back on his face and rolled his shoulder into the pillow sinking a little further into it, Lance looked over at Lara who had previously stated she was hungry rolling onto his side he pulled his bag over and dug inside pulling at a small package unwrapping it he pulled out a small batch of beef Jerky "I don't have much left, but you guys can eat it, honestly I'm sick of it" he said with a smile as he chucked a large piece to Lara and left the rest open on the foot of his bed for the others.<br/><br/><br/>Tabi spoke to him telling him to keep his eyes higher he merely shrugged at her smiling "I like to view what beauty is left in this world" he said in a teasing tone, Lance found all of these people interesting, none of them had exciting lives or anything particularly special about them yet they all came to this place to fight a war that to most seemed un-winnable stretching his arms out as he looked around the group he noticed Dani seemed to be glaring at he quickly winked at her and made a small kissing motion honestly Lance enjoyed winding people up he felt it broke the ice he'd often make joke at bad times to break the tension.<br/><br/>Next his eyes fell on Alexi a sudden vibe of someone disliking him ran down his spine but he shrugged it off<span style="font-style: italic"> "You should take pride in your name, comrade. The squishies want us to be numbers. I shall call you Lance." </span>Alexi blurted out "no comrade the squishes want us dead, but as I said call me what you please" Lance although uncaring about his name was a tad obsessed with his appearance he would often work out in his spare time to keep himself in ti top shape if he did say s himself he took great pride in his chiseled muscles mostly the six pack he worked so hard to maintain.<br/><br/>Lance often thought back about stories his father had told him a mental bastard he may be, with all the making him train in hand to hand combat and knife skill but he was caring and a firm believer that woman should be caring loving creatures while the men split blood to protect them such times were long gone woman were a key part of the resistance no one should fool themselves on that, but he did always have a softer spot of woman even with his crude flirting he did try to be a gentleman well as much as these times would allow.<br/><br/>Lance pulled his thoughts together as another member walked threw the door "excellent more testosterone that can be used to kill leeches" he said with a chuckle.