Talon furrowed his brow for a moment at Aurora. Reflexively his hand touched his chest as he whispered. "But I'm not wearing a shirt." A flash of insight struck him as he caught the joke, his face opening in surprise before melting into a smug smile. "If you like this you should see my other pants.  Part of a matching set."<br/><br/>His smile stayed as more members of the crew gathered.  Delilah had been waiting, and Pagasa came in shortly after, though with more poise than Talon had managed.  He tried to motion to her, letting her know about the smear of banana on her lip.  The girl's hand cleaned most of it off before she saw.  Talon attached his harness to the line, ready to get down to the surface when the questions of the captain's whereabouts were raised.  As if summoned, the captain appeared.  Hardly saying anything, the man was already on his way down.<br/><br/>With a shrug Talon followed suit, riding the line down to the surface.  Along the way he had brushed a tree, raining leaves to flutter in the early morning light below.  With a muted thud Talon's boots meet the underbrush, and within moments an arrow was notched against his bowstring.  He always felt better on the ground.  More solid, less rolling and swaying.  It also meant no chance of stepping on a rotten plank and falling through.  Not that it was something that happened to him more than once.  Rolling his shoulders and looking up to the ship above, Talon waited for the first order.