'Be careful, you might find dirty film in there." Yousef joked, Mea snorted wryly. "Your bootleg copy of Hot Anal Grannies got thrown out, perv."<br/><br/>"Thanks but that's alright... unless you've got some Tarantino flicks in there, I doubt I could focus on anything right now..."  Valentine said. Mea quipped "No, just a bunch of romantic comedies."<br/><br/>She eyed Tank with a shake of her head while he struggled to get comfortable in his too-tight biosuit, then looked at her like a hungry puppy. "I told you to lay off the weights, Tank. Those suits aren't exactly found off rack at the Gap, you know." She didn't dare tell Tank how much time, money and work went into a suit, lest he feel guilty for the rest of the trip.<br/><br/>"That.... or maybe you should lay off the Big Mac's a bit..... just a thought." Valentine sent that little joke to Yousef. Mea diplomatically did NOT laugh.<br/><br/>She heaved a weary sigh, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation as she reached for her laptop. "I'll email Father Masino. We'll get you fitted again as soon as we come back."  She didn't add, "IF" we come back. Her long painted nails flew over the keys.<br/><br/>After tilting her bottle of water up to get the last few drops left, Mea stood up, pushed the laptop over onto the seat next to her, and excused herself to the lavatory. As soon as she stood up, she noticed Marcus pulling blades out of...apparently nowhere.  After a few minutes of watching him stack knives of all sorts on the table beside his seat, she put a hand on her hip, scratching her head with a half grin. "Bring anything to shave with, Valentine?"<br/><br/>His grin was boyish. "What....? I like to be prepared..."