"what? oh..." gerad shook his head and looked at his plate. "spacing out i guess. sorry." he then proceeded to eat his lasagna quickly, shoving large portions into his mouth<em>without</em>getting any sauce anywhere and actually chewing as he did so. he then snagged a bottle of doctor pepper and started to slowly drink. he muffled a burp. "scusi. so, what are our exact plans when we reach stateside? i assume we're going to be landing in new york after madrid, before meeting the Marshals." Gerad looked at Mea and Yousef.