*The skunk's somewhat dull claws pressed deeper into his armrest as he continued to try and remain calm, but he was still greatly shaken up.  His breathing becomes heavier, and some of his fur starts to stand up on their ends.  As the co-pilot comes back out, he starts to relax a little, hoping he had good news, but not too long after his tension all comes back to him again, and he gives a weak chuckle.* Great...just great...*he sighs to himself and closes his eyes* Pray he says?  Easier said than done...*the skunk mutters to himself, shaking lightly*