Scott arched his eyebrow, as the girl with long blond hair announced to everyone in the shuttle that she was a psychic. He had never known or even met anyone who had ESP. Growing up in St. Johns, he had heard about people who did, maybe crossed their paths once or twice without knowing it but this was a brand new thing for him. There was a sudden urge to make a skull cap of aluminum foil, not that it would really help but his thoughts were his own and he’d rather keep them that way. Not that he thought that Miranda, having just be introduced and forming no option about her yet, would try to pry his thoughts out of his mind but you never know, she might just do it without thinking. Or maybe she just picked them up, like a bycatch in a trawl net, not something you were looking for but that you catch anyways.<br/><br/>He opened his mouth, so ask the girl about the ifs and hows about her....abilities, when there was a loud beep. The one they had been told about when first boarding, that meant you needed to get strapped in and fast. Used to sudden changes, which needed fast reactions, he grabbed safety belts and yanked them into place, as the shuttle began to bank. Trying to breath slow, he leaned back in the seat braced himself. His lean body shook, as the shuttle bounced against the runway but he smiled, hearing at least of his companions letting out a whoop of enjoyment. He was laughing softly by the time they came to a stop and popped the safety restraints. He stood up, stretched and stepped forwards all in the same motion, as gray uniformed women herded them down into the cargo bay.<br/><br/>He was in the middle of the group, when the door opened and thus wasn’t trying to walk into the blast of sunlight and water. The cold water felt good, not nearly as chilly as a wintery wave sending briny spray in one’s face but wonderful none the less. Squinting in the light, he pressed his hands over his ears, like the rest and dashed forwards, looking down. He had no urge to look back, used to following safety instructions. Don’t listen on the boat and you’ll drown or get crippled. Without noticing it, he had closed the distance between him and Wade with long-legged strides and when she stopped, bumped into the redhead, all be it lightly.<br/><br/>“Sorry love” said Scott, taking a half step to the side and wondering if it was okay to uncover his ears.