Thea was actually enjoying her coffee, a rare delicacy in her hectic life. Well, actually, it was Lucas’s coffee. but she doubted he would be wanting it back any time soon. Anyway, she’d kind of zoned out into her thoughts as she tended to do, when she was brought back by a loud voice leaning close to her ear. What the hell? Were they trying to seduce her or something? Okay, that was jumping to conclusions, but still.<br/><br/>It took her a minute to focus back in on the words, and when she did, she realized that she must’ve missed something. Oh, no, that wasn’t good. She took a moment to go back and try to drag up what she could. Something about Lucas being an idiot and cocky (which she could totally agree with), the phrase ‘guy in charge’ (which she didn’t really agree with but decided to let slide), and a mention of her being emotionally and mentally conflicted (which was actually a bit insulting, and she did not appreciate).<br/><br/>Thea finished off her observation by giving a quick glance at the expressions of those around her. Lucas looked a bit pissed, though calm. Dan was...well, Dan was being Dan. She couldn’t even tell if he’d heard the conversation. Maybe he had, she didn’t really care. And Gerhard...Damn. His face was contorted into a look of pure rage hardly contained by an attempt at harsh control.<br/><br/>Thea busted out into a fit of laughter. This entire situation was so ridiculous. God, they were supposed to be saving an entire country and group of people, and they were sitting here arguing about no doubt something stupid.<br/>“We’re pitiful,” She half-shouted, half-giggled, “People are placing their faith in us, there are lives on the line here, and all we can do is sit here and fight over a bunch of stupid drama. There are families starving, people being brutally murdered by the insane,and we’re in here having a bunch of drama at five in the morning.”<br/><br/>Her laughing slowly calmed into a slow mix of sad regret and realization. “How the Hell are we supposed to bring people together and raise a country when we’re falling apart at the seams? We’re just a spiffed-up, rag-tag group of outcasts. The only one who even seems to have any of their shit together is<span style="font-style: italic">Dan</span>. We’re going to go out there, we’re going to get shot down, and we’re going to<span style="font-style: italic">die</span>. And no one will even care. We’ll just be another failed mission. And we can’t even turn back. These people won’t just let us leave with a bunch of bionic chips in our heads. There’s no turning back for us. We’re all dead.”<br/><br/>With the last word, a small and hardly noticeable choking sound left her. By now she was looking down into her lap, not wanting to meet anyone’s eyes, so when a splash of water hit her hand she could see it clear in front of her.<br/><br/>Shit, was this happening again? She hardly ever showed emotion in public, and this was twice in two days. God, these idiots would think she was emotional or something. She quickly wiped it away and willed her eyes dry, before tossing her now-blank face up to stare at the wall behind everyone. She found it easier to speak when you weren’t looking at the person, after all. But at least by looking at something behind them she could maintain the illusion of having the courage to make eye contact.<br/><br/>“If we don’t stop the drama and the tension, we’re done. This isn’t a camping trip for us to bond and let out our anger. People have been killed by The Foundation, families have been ruined," She didn't even allow herself to pause at that line. God, she was so unstable, she wouldn't be surprised if she bursted into tears. She did not need to think about her parents. "We're not going to sit around and let that go because we wanted to have an over emotional screaming match and act like hormonal teenage girls. At least, I know I'm not."