Deacon had spent the better part of the trip in the engineroom and his bunk.  Not entirely due to anti-social feelings, it was mostly due to his work, which anyone walking to the engine room would have been able to see him working rather diligently the four days working on what honestly looked like another set of tools.  Why he was making tools might be lost on some, but they would for the most part look like other versions of the very tools he was using to make the new tools.  Either way as the discussion of the landing party was going on Deacon would stick his head into the room.<br/><br/>"Assuming a nice easy pick up?  Or should we keep the engines in an idle warm?" He asked looking at the captain, the latter did use more fuel, but the different being that in the former position they'd have to get the engines running, heated and then go. The latter is a few switches and they could do a hard burn right off the planet, though ill advised to hard burn in the atmosphere, inhabitants tended to complain.<br/><br/>He didn't have even the slightest thought he'd be on the pick-up crew, if anything he'd be kneeling behind a box on the loading ramp firing off shots at anyone who thought it was wise to caue trouble.