Fanya smiled as she watched Loretta do her best to try to calm the Doctor's nerves. She didn't blame Simon. She was nervous too. She hated going into a situation with so many unknowns. But if they were to have any hope of catching Thule, particularly in the act working this this shadow organization. This would be it. She also couldn't... wouldn't cower in the rear vehicle. If she was anything, she was responsible for this team and the danger they were putting themselves into. Hence she would ride in the front car. Seeing that the Front seats were nearly taken, she decided to, hood up, slide into the back seat, even though that meant at the very least, making Rebecca uncomfortable. In her opinion though, right now, they couldn't afford any hesitation between each other due to uncomfortable feelings. We would just have to deal with it, in it's face. Even if that meant Fanya being that face of the rift between the two. She sat in the back and noticed the pale yellow eyes softly glowing at the side of her bare feet. She gazed at them and winked with just a hint of a soft smile and then drew her attention back to the front seat watching everyone else board.<br/><br/>K revved the engine as her eyebrows peaked at Darion's casualness. Pretty unusual for most commandos that she's worked with, though she thought perhaps not the case with Rangers. She was sure he was capable and professional. However, she did wonder if he was more of a loose canon than others. Either way, she held her stoic gaze as the rest of the team piled into the vehicles, waiting for the last few stragglers.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>