Gizmo had made it into the Town Hall with everyone else. Before he even took the time to give himself a well-deserved break, he was already finding power outlets to charge his pack computer’s battery, along with the core unit he still had on him. As the outlets were near the bench, he couldn’t help but overhear the…banter, for lack of a dirtier word, between Widow and Rome. He shook his head as he worked, not understanding how people could come from a life-or-death struggle, and still want to get their rocks off.<br/><br/>‘Different strokes’ he thought, before making his way to the terminal. He’d wanted to get his hands on some of the data it might contain, but saw Senjo had the same idea, as well as the means to put that idea into motion. Slightly dashed, Gizmo gave her some space, but couldn’t help but notice how the screens whirled in and out of her gaze. He self consciously looked at his own hand, for a moment, before staring again at her progress. The “what” of what she was doing wasn’t the hard part. He understood that like Reaper understands stripping down a rifle, or Rome stripping down a woman, for that matter. It was something deeply embedded into him, that understanding…which made it sting so much worse to know that just what he’s witnessed here would have taken him, with luck on his side, a few hours.<br/><br/>He turned to walk away, before hearing Senjo speak. Turning to the<em>“Here, Sir”</em>, he was more than a little curious about what was found during her search. Absently, he reached into his large cargo pocket for a brick. Bricks were what he affectionately called these particular MREs in horse-choking bar form. For the techie who absolutely needed nutrition without wanting to leave the glow of their computer, accept no substitute. He bit into the horrible synthamel, and grinded the wad of fake caramel around his mouth before swallowing. He immediately followed this up with a sip from his bladder. For as long as he could remember, he had always needed the first bite to be washed down with something. Probably because it was a shock to his system.<br/><br/>The blueprints would be handy, and Gizmo politely asked Senjo to upload the prints to his computer. He was sure he could find it later, but somehow doubted it would be with such…expediency. He took another bite of the brick, and gave Caesar a quizzical look<em>”Sir…with all due respect, you’re planning to go into ducts that we’ve already seen one of the…things come down from. Their very form gives them an advantage that we can’t hope to counter in such a tight environment. Could we have a little time to search for another viable option?”</em>Without realizing it, Gizmo had stood at attention while addressing Caesar, and couldn’t help but notice that his knees were still trying to shake despite it. He was staring in Caesar’s direction, but not at the man. He felt the prickly sensation to his skin that precipitated sweat, but none came. It was one of the few times his will beat out his body.<br/><br/>Later, he listened intently to Senjo recount the last days of the colony. His stomach fought the consumed brick and water with the knowledge that so many people had met their ends in such a horrible way. His hand moved to his chest where his necklace was, and he could almost smell the jungle again. It was happening all over again, he was sure of it. It may not have been the same enemy, but the circumstances were déjà vu all over again. He moved to the side to lean against the wall hoping his natural low profile would make his actions undetected by the rest of the group. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he concentrated on just breathing deeply in and out. The smell of the jungle was replaced by stale air and hard-worked marines, and he gave a small thanks for that favor.<br/><br/>Jane’s arrival didn’t intrigue him as much as her suit did. It was marvelous! Take away the whole “she’s obviously lying” part of her, and he would have asked to inspect the suit more closely. Did it bend light? Did it take a snapshot of their surroundings, and then mimic it? Just what in the hell was going on with that thing? He would have to try and speak to her on it, though he didn’t think he’d get much out of her. As he held his gun at the ready, he did what he usually does. Let the big kids fight, and keep his back to the wall.<br/>