Derrick's lips curled slightly into a grin as he said<em>"I'm sure they will be happy to, but don't think you're getting off the hook that easy."</em>Listening to her talk about her specialties for a second, he returned his gaze out of the window.<br/><br/>"Oh sure, Navy training is expensive....but that money counts for dick when society as we know it is on the brink of collapsing." Derrick ran a hand over his head for a moment before he sat down. After biting his lip, he thought of his words carefully and said<em>"Granted, they hope this mission will be a success. They want it to be one, and more than anything they need this to be a success....Defending a bunch of science nerds while they try to figure out how this thing works?" </em>Derrick licked his lips for a moment as he took a pause to breathe, he had almost let slip that he knew far more about the infection than he should.<br/><br/>Leaning back into the chair for a moment as Derrick closed his eyes, laying his head down for a moment. The memories of his daughter were coming to him far more frequently now. He needed her, she gave him purpose and there was no way he could know if she was dead or alive? That was the most cruel torture he'd ever been made to endure. Although Derrick did chuckle a bit at the mention of freelancers being more expendable.<em>"If I didn't know any better, I would think that you just made a funny."</em>