J.D. had taken a disliking to Janet almost right from the start.  "Almost" because her bitchin' bod had made a predictably favorable first impression on him and his hormones.  Though he was totally hot for Jane's skinny sexxitude as well, most guys prefer a bit of zaftig to grab onto and ogle, as long as it comes firm and fully-packed.  It was her personality that rankled, far too butch and too diametrically opposed to her charming, sweet-spirited counterpart.  Something about the lioness sharing a body with the doe-eyed naif just didn't sit well with him.  The sexual appeal of a woman with two distinct, interchangeable, hot-as-hell bodies wasn't lost on him, but Janet was the kind of girl he considered better seen than heard.<br/><br/>Thus her insensitive jibe did nothing but piss him off.  If he hadn't been so shaken up by what he'd just seen on the plane, he might have taken a swing at her, but for the time being, all he could do was glare.<strong>"What the FUCK is WRONG with you?!!"</strong>The volume and anger in his voice surprised even him, but for God's sake, she was having snack-time while her comrades' corpses were still warm!<em>'What the hell kind of group is this?  Our whole crew just died, even our fucking loudmouth boss, the one we've been working with all these months ... just fucking gone!'</em><br/><br/>J.D. kept his more humane emotions -- things like empathy and concern -- buried under a mountain of cocky attitude, but only because he knew what it was like to have his sensitivities trampled.  The water collecting in his eyes gave his teammates a rare glimpse into the young man beneath the veneer -- that, and the quiver in his lip and right hand, which began condensing into a fist.<br/><br/>His senses of grief and shock were blending together into a frothy fury, now that the mysterious "fifth" Forcer had given him a target.  Before indulging his homicidal impulses, however, he looked to Athena and Oscar for cues on how to behave amidst such a catastrophe.  Loathe as he was to admit it, J.D. was still the impressionable youngster of the group; he couldn't help but look to his seniors for direction whenever shit got out of hand.