Lester didn't even need to be assured about his mech.  He knew they wouldn't be sending him anywhere without it.  But still, it was a nice comfort to know that he wouldn't be getting any rest for the long and boring ride to the surface.<br/><br/>"Is it ever not choppy?" he answers flightcom.  Of course his head would start itching now.  Thirty minutes out...he reckoned that was probably forty minutes to actually get out and touch some dirt.  If they were lucky, maybe they'd land and need to sortie right away.  That'd make the itch feel a little better.<br/><br/>"So, who makes ace first?  That's five heads, right?" He holds up five fingers.  "I know I'll get five down there, but one of you got a real long range shooter, right?"<br/><br/>His eyes trail around the cabin, and he points at everyone in turn.  "I'd bet on whoever that is, even if I'm gonna try and beat ya to it."<br/><br/>He grins, showing the wonderful work of prison dental professionals.