This man who was speaking now, just from that first glance, Darion could tell was probably a man who had never been outside New Vegas until now.  He could not survive out here alone like everyone else Darion had seen that day so far.  And that hurt the likelihood that Darion was ever gonna trust him.  That sentiment itself showed in Darion's blue eyes as he listened to the pilot's little speech.  So they had money by his speech, and led by a woman somewhere back at their base.  Oh, and they apparently didn't want the Turncoat for much more than anything he himself didn't want.  And the money didn't sound like it meant<br/><br/>Of course, Loretta decided to follow their supposed leader for this mission, and left Darion up here to keep an eye on the chopper group.  Well, didn't make this whole thing comforting to him all that much, but he was sure he could easily deal with their gunner and pilot before either could start shooting.  The cowgirl on the other hand at least seemed to be holding her weapon properly and was ready to use it apparently.  She would be the problem if bullets started flying... hopefully that didn't happen.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“well now, that all sounds all well and good for me and those two.  But I have yet to see any real reason to trust you.  What's to keep you from turning on me and Loretta as soon as your chopper is in the air where we are at a disadvantage and take her and whatever information she has all for your boss alone?”</span>he asked sounding as skeptical as his words, starting at the man while his Assault Carbine was resting against his shoulder and crossing his chest at a rest position, his finger against the trigger.  The stance he took was like a soldiers.<br/><br/>After a moment he averted his eyes over to the redheaded cowgirl, looking for her eyes around her hat before speaking up.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Excuse me Darlin', but you seem more like a merc than a loyal follower to whoever this boy's boss is.  Can what this city boy says be trusted at all?”</span>that was why he was looking for her eyes, seeing the look in someones eyes when you talked to them was the best way to tell if they were telling the truth, and if they could meet and hold your own gaze when they answered.  At least that was what his father had always told him when growing up.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>