They were all so used to Yousef's reckless driving that no one spoke a word about it, although Mea's face looked like she was sucking a lemon the entire time. They couldn't do the mission if they were -dead-. But it was like talking to a wall.<br/><br/>She unbuckled her seatbelt as soon as they were parked, following the Captain into the convenience store. Selecting a bottle of water from the refrigerated shelves, she paid for it with her credit card, and made it back to the car before Yousef did. But, trouble was brewing up ahead.<br/><br/>As soon as Yousef exited, she confronted him at the car, poking him in the chest with a stiff finger. "What the<em>fuck</em>, Tank, a bottle of fucking<em>VODKA</em>? You won't be opening that until after the mission.<em>AFTER</em>...the mission is done. Am I clear, soldier? I won't have your drunk ass killed just because you're pissed that Christoph's dead and can't face your own damn emotions like a grown man!"<br/><br/>She realized as soon as the words left her mouth that she was being too hard on him. She stepped back a pace. her hand falling to her side. For a moment, she stared up at his face, regret coloring her expression. "....Just don't drink while we're active. And not on the plane, either. Okay?"