Oscar sat cross-legged for a while before his legs began to numb under his own weight, and shifted every few moments while Athena gave a long-winded detail on her thoughts so far, and their plans for the next day. Finally he settled on squatting, resembling a baseball catcher, except perhaps without all of the knee problems. Oscar wasn't sure if it was because of his advance lifespan or perhaps just because he had the X-gene, but Oscar had never experienced any long-term deterioration in any of his joints. It was fortunate, because if he was going to live hundreds of thousands of years, he didn't want to be an arthritic cripple for the majority of them.<br/><br/>In the time it took for Rachel to finish speaking, he had already scarfed down the burrito that had crawled out of his MRE. It was slightly soggy, but it was edible, which was the most you could hope for in the middle of a combat situation. Voltaje quickly replaced the short silence left by the Captain's speech. Oscar could speak English, as it was his native language, and he could speak Spanish, as he had lived in Spain for several years longer than Voltaje had probably been alive, but deciphering her broken English was a bit of a chore. For her sake and dignity, he didn't let his amusement show. As she went on though, that amusement was replaced by a darker feeling as Voltaje related the disturbing method that Ramac used to literally pull apart his enemies. The military had started packing deserts into the MRE's before the turn of the century, and Oscar munched on an off-brand Nerds imitation to distract himself from those grim details while the Latino woman wrapped up her speech.<br/><br/>Some eyes turned expectantly to him, and he shook his head slowly. "I agree with the Captain. Let's get to Yucuma, and then look into some legit solutions to dealing with Ramac. If this guy has mutants or other supers with the capability of taking down an aircraft, I feel like it's our responsibility to do something." Oscar generally never went against the grain when Athena handed down orders, and here was no exception. He perhaps had enough knowledge and ability to lead the Freedom Force himself if Athena was ever indisposed, but that was not his ambition. The deceptively old man shoveled another handful of hard candy into his mouth, looking between JD and Jane for one of them to speak next.