Yousef didn't say a word.  No quips no jokes.  Nothing.  He just fumed there behind his shades, glaring death at the man down the table, chatting up Mea.  How could this jerk think he had a chance with her... oh yeah, she wore pretty girl-girl things.  As soon as she dismissed them, he stood and silently stalked out of the room and back to the plane, suddenly feeling sick as she flirted back at the blonde haired American cowboy Marine mom's apple pie type dude next to her.  He quickly boarded again and headed straight to the stewardess area, snatching up a small glass with coke and pouring a trace of vodka into it.  Knocking it back he quickly rehid the bottle and drank another glass of just coke, you know, to get rid of the smell that it left.  It wasn't good vodka anyway, and cheap vodka always left that nail polish remover... nail polish.  Wait... she had that little toe ring on too.  Oh, the hell!  He thought about the vodka again and decided against it.  He had already got on Mea's last nerve with it yesterday.  Noticing the stewardess kind of cowering in the corner, he smiled at her and tried to calm her.<br/><br/>"Sorry, flight jitters."  He turned away and moved to his seat, stopping at a mirror on the way and taking stock in his face.  Broken nose from too many fights, a rebuilt cheekbone, a scar that ran across his face from a machete, the very one he carried in his bag actually, from the sniper that nearly got Mea.  Yeah, he was no prize.  He was just big, and slow, and stupid... a tank in all aspects.  He truly lived up to his name... he did smile though as Jenny used to call him that for a different reason.  Which reminded him, surely Jenny and Mea had talked.  Girls always do, so she had to know that he carried a flame for her.  Jenny knew that while he liked her, and thoroughly enjoyed their time together, that it was just friendly... extremely friendly, not like a relationship or anything.  If Mea had told him flat out no, then he probably would have gotten with Jenny.  But she never even acknowledged it, even Jenny told him she was too focused on her career to have a relationship with anyone, especially on her team.  He sighed as he sat down, really needing any of his friends at that point.  Anyone really that would at least understand, but Gerad was the only one left who he could talk to.  He didn't have the guts to talk to Mea right now, not before the mission anyway.  But after.  Definitely after.