Georgie wasn't afraid of dying, he was afraid of being dead. Death seemed so boring and dull, except the variations of Hell or the Underworld, being so full of stimulus, albeit painful ones. Georgie would rather play his little games with the living for as long as he could before popping off. He certainly didn't want to be killed by another. How pathetic was that, to become someone else's prey? Despite this, Georgie had always been interested in the idea of reincarnation. A perfect recycling system, from top of the food chain to the bottom. Of all animals, he wouldn't have minded being a tiger. He had seen a documentary a year ago about them, and Georgie could distinctly remember the proud creatures' fierce gazes, bordering on an animalistic insanity.<br/><br/>Ghost's evasion of Shark's question was admirable. Georgie appreciated her succinct way of reminding them all that she ran their freak show. They were finally getting into the details of the heist itself, instead of dallying on the little classroom role-play. He appreciated Shark's joke about stealth, sending a casual wink to the stone-faced man. "I like jokes," he said, tapping his long fingers on the table rhythmically, "keep it up! Life can always use a few laughs, no?"<br/><br/>The idea of dressing as a dock worker wasn't pleasant to Georgie. He had his own style of dress, and preferred not to compromise it. He had been called a 'hipster' before by a variety of people for his clothing choices, but the opinions and labels of sheep didn't matter much to him. Of course, it always stung when people called him short or small. Any shred of respect he had for a human being was obliterated by their use of those two words to describe him, replaced by a fiery hate and a 10:00 News murder timeslot.<br/><br/>"I suppose I could fill the scouting role, if no one else is<span style="font-style: italic">dying</span>to fill the position?" Georgie gave a proud smile for the joke, looking around at everyone in a gag-like manner. "In all seriousness, my skills will let me get close, first-hand close, without making any unwanted ruckus or setting off any alarms. And, if it helps my case, I know my way around boats." Georgie tapped his cheek thoughtfully. "Do we have any maps of the place, any intel on the layout at all? It would be useful to have a general guide. If not I could make do, if no one has any complaints?" His eyes scanned the room. It was unlikely anyone would protest. This was a dangerous way to start a mission, and they were all very aware of the risks. Whatever reason they were here, be it the money, the lifestyle, or the thrill of the hunt, it didn't mean they were stupid.<br/><br/>Maybe Georgie was afraid of dying. Just a little bit.