Distracted was a good way to put it with everything going on.  Less about the mission than who the mission was with.  This is the type of thing that strike teams in the marines were trained for.  But all these people with rampant sexual drives was much more distracting than the mission itself.  It was probably the fact that most none of them were actual military, that probably didn't help at all for keeping in professional.<span style="color: seagreen">“ I've been on similar while in the Marines, a rescue operation or two.  We will be fine if the others can listen to a good plan.”</span>Or if he could make up one.<br/><br/>The brush of her hand against his thigh made Darion freeze for a moment as he felt a little heat rush through him with it.  Ok, that he hadn't expected at all.  Darion’s eyes followed Kimmi as she headed into the infirmary for her own physical.  Though she didn’t have the assets of the others on the team, he still couldn’t help that she was very attractive, maybe it was the skintight suit accenting what she did have?  He watched her until Toi tried to close the curtain again.<br/><br/>That let him force himself to look away in time to hear Kas trying to talk to him, in that mocking tone.  Darion coughed once, trying to get his mind away from their skin-suits for wear under armor.<span style="color: seagreen">“I am male, and still alive, so yes, I did.  But it seemed you more enjoyed people watching you get off.”</span>He stated as his come back…  while trying not to look down and stare at her chest.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>