"Very well," Stranard spoke quickly at the young woman's response to his greeting, a bit nervous about the implications of what this group was planning to do in such a short time from now. He was not entirely sure what the plan consisted of or whether or not it was the right thing to do but he has come this far trusting in the judgment of Delilah and Grant, knowing that those two were one of the few that had their heads squarely on their shoulders in this whole military. Still, he could not fully understand what was making the two of them look to abandon their duty.<br/><br/>He chuckled a bit when Delilah got on the one that was messing around with his pistol, making sure he was constantly familiar with his weapon, a trait that amused and impressed Stranard as he figured that this constant fiddling helped the man survive many battles. That amount of dedication to one's own personal weaponry will no doubt come in handy for the group during this risky business that they were gathered in the canteen for. This was the main reason he was so easily able to dismiss the tongue lashing he was to receive from the commander earlier, knowing that he was so close to leaving this damned place and its questionable activities for good. At least, that was the plan.<br/><br/>When Grant entered the room and began to speak, the tension that Stranard was beginning to feel heightened and his palms began to get a bit clammy, the notion that this is actually about to take place playing on the young mind of the utility pilot. His breathing was getting deeper and heavier, his muscles tensing up as he thought about what was going on before nodding his head at Grant's question, "I'm ready. Though, the sooner we get this over with the better."