Vito sat calmly within the truck, legs crossed and lounging, as the others stood outside. He was ready for the mission to start, but was also in no rush to push the issue, so remained sitting. There was a small amount of commotion outside, and he lazily gazed towards what had everyone's attention, only to return to lounging on seeing it was just another crewman, or crew-woman rather. The other one; the girl; while curious, was nothing special to Vito. Just another variable to protect while he and his mates ran into the fray.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"What do you make of her?"</span>He heard Zeran mutter. "I'd say a solid eight given a few years." Vito chuckled out. "Given the circumstances though I gotta agree with ya there Nicky. This civvy is gonna be a prime target." A glance towards the driver, and he caught a quick glimpse of his necklace. "What is that a good luck charm or somethin'?" He inquired. "No offense if it is, I got one too." Vito said with a grin, patting his shotgun. "Mines just a bit more practical." Finishing off the chatter with a wink while patting his shotgun.<br/><br/>"So we about ready to roll out or what?"