"I see...I don't think we risk an airborne attack but it could be dangerous once we land..." he answered, wondering about their drop point. He knew the place from satellite maps, but he wasn't quite sure of it. From one of his front pockets he pulled a small GPS device that was programmed with the food drop they would receive a week from then. He searched for the place Hackett had mentioned and nodded, seeing her assessment was right about the distance from the cities.<br/><br/>"We should still be ready for an attack once we drop, I don't think the infected would be much interested in an airdrop, but the survivors will come if the see us." he said thoughtfully. "We don't know what kind of equipment they have or if they are around the area." he also added, talking mostly to himself while he placed his elbows on his knees, one hand over the other, before placing his chin on the crook between his thumbs. "Better be ready..." he muttered, sitting in that position, pondering about it for a few minutes, before sliding the GPS back in his pocket.<br/><br/>Utem got up and moved to the rack, he finished packing everything that was left in one bagpack, boxes of ammunition for the 45's and the rest of the supplies and gear. He looked up as he did so, specifically at Hackett as if he had remembered something. "Thanks for the info." he said with a nod, and continued with what he was doing. Once finished he got up and returned to his seat, placing the bag between his legs.<br/><br/>He took out a supplement bar of one of his pockets and offered it to Hackett. "I noticed you didn't ate anything back at the base." he said nonchalantly, he had made the mental note to offer it to her once airborne, so it popped in his mind now. "We still have a few hours of flight ahead, so..." he let the thought drift away and waited for her reply.<br/><br/>