The silence in the chopper didn't last for terribly long. As it began to circle to prepare to drop them off, the silence that had been prevalent since they took off finally got to Scrap. She stood up in the chopper and leaned over the gunner's shoulder, peering out at the canyon as she started to murmur a soft tune. Her words were quiet and mostly to herself at first, but as the moment went on her voice got a bit louder.<br/><br/>"Sure as God made black an' white, what's done in the dark will be brought to the light..." She had a slight southern drawl to her voice, one that hinted that it was merely cosmetic. She could carry a tune well enough, and she crashed back into the seat beside Annie as she continued to amuse herself. "Tell the rambler the gambler the...back biter, one of these days God'll cut you dowwwn..."<br/><br/>"Quiet up over there!" Came the barking response from the pilot. Scrap scowled, stuck her tongue out in his general direction, and then turned to Annie.<br/><br/>"Ya nervous, darlin'?" She asked, and held out a gloved hand for the girl to shake. "First time in a whirlybird myself. I keep thinkin' the only thing's keeping us up in the air is some blade spinnin' so fast it could cut us clean in two. And the jerkin' back and forth! Ugh...Worse than ridin' a brahmin with a cactus stuck to its back quarters."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>