The minute she stepped up onto the transport plane, Skylar felt a blanket of unease fall over her head. It wasn't nerves, for when she got nervous she got pumped up and hyper, but it was deffinately something. She took a seat and withdrew her knife, placing the tip of the blade on the palm of her hand, and began to twirl it around. When Turk smiled at them, she looked up but failed to return the smile, instead she looked back down at the knife and concentrated on the glint of silver.