Darion had to look away from the cowgirl to focus on the man while he spoke about what was said down in the canyon, though it was pretty short or a sumerization.  Darion thought about it for a moment, thinking about what could possibly go wrong if they decided to go along with this little group.  With a little grunt, and keeping his hands on the rifle resting across his chest, Darion spoke up finally.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“I personally don't want to go with you all to see your boss.  There are so many ways that you and her could betray us... but I am gonna wait on Loretta's decision before making a final call.”</span>he said a bit before glaring up at the gunner.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“That said, if your gunner even thinks of shooting me in the back while I am cleanin' up, I will kill him.”</span>he paused before looking at the cowgirl with a grin.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Unfortunately darlin, that threat is good for you too, even if I am startin' to like you.  It would be stupid of me to trust a pretty face just because she seemed like she had a decent heart, and tells the truth”</span>with those threats out to the only people who could kill him Darion turned around to retrieve his pack from the Deathcar.  After setting the thing on the ground, Darion fished out a medium sized soft brahmin leather pouch that jingled as if it held a small amount of metal.  Past that he made no noise as he moved over to where his rifle sat with the spent brass out to the right, listening for any signs that the people at the chopper were going to threaten to use their weapons.<br/><br/>Darion began policing his brass and placing the shells into the leather back, each one ringing off more spent rounds inside.  All 29 he had spent from his prone position here went into the bag before he retrieved his rifle and the mags that went with the spent shells.  After loading a fresh mag into the rifle from the spares Loretta had brought earlier darion took everything back to his backpack.  The shells and empty magazines went into the bag for refilling and trade later as the full mags found their way to his belt and pockets inside while the rifle was reloaded and a round chambered before going back to it's place over his shoulder, and the bag on his back, making the rifle near impossible to steal without darion to feel it leaving his shoulder.<br/><br/>He came back to face the cowgirl, pilot and gunner again with the Assault carbine over his chest, sniper rifle over his shoulder, and pack on his back.  He gave the cowgirl a plain decent smile and speaking to her instead of the pilot who he couldn't trust at all.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Well darlin'  seems like we wait until everyone gets back up here.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>